SEVENTY TWO

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Alexa lay curled up against Calan breathing softly as she slowly drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Calan brushed his fingers through her hair softly and he shut his eyes and breathed in the calming fragrance coming from her. His own eyelids were beginning to get heavy with sleep and he was glad, but then a vibration came from the nightstand as the screen of his phone lit up.

He blinked to clear his vision before reaching out and picking the phone up, and he found Micheal’s message displayed on the screen.

‘Gent’s Bar??’

He glanced at the time to find that it was just a few minutes past 8pm, and Micheal texting mean he was in serious need of company. He sighed and typed in a reply quickly.

‘Sure. Be there shortly’.

He set the phone aside and slowly disentangled himself from Alexa; he was just about to climb out of bed when she spoke quietly.

“Are you going somewhere?”. She asked him sleepily.

He nodded.

“Yes, don’t worry about it and go back to sleep”. He to