As quietly and quickly as possible, Annabelle opened her door, peeking out into the hallway to make sure no one was up yet, and crept over to Ansel's door. She put her ear to it and could hear the distinct sound of snoring inside. Annabelle's lips curled into an amused smile.

I am definitely using that as blackmail material later..

Slowly, careful to be as noiseless as possible, Annabelle turned the handle to Ansel's door and tiptoed inside, closing the door behind her. Ansel was laying on his back, one arm across his chest, the other stretched above his head.

He looked so beautiful with strands of black hair falling...