SKIN DEEP

The house was silent, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Lela padded down the stairs in her thin sleep shirt, the cool wood beneath her feet sending a slight shiver up her spine. She was thirsty, her mouth dry from the moonlight streaming through the window was enough to guide.

She reached for the fridge handle, her fingers brushing the cold metal, but before she could pull it open, he was there. Dante's body pressed against hers, his arm slamming the fridge door shut with a soft thud. Lela gasped, her back now pressed into the cool surface of the appliance. His arms...