#Chapter41 The Perfect Rainstorm

"Fia," A soft voice whispered to me while I was gently being shook. "Love, wake up."

I let out a muffled groan as I stirred in my sleep.

A hand pushed some hair out of my face, the touch gentle and lingering. "Baby. Up and at 'em."

I squinted one eye open, the room still dark with no light but the moonlight that was coming through the window. Wes was bent down on the ground in front of me, his hand running through my hair.

"What are you doing?" I croaked out, my voice horse and raspy. I smiled softly, seeing his eyes light up when...