Two days had passed but Nevaeh was yet to hear from her father or her mother. She couldn't tell if she should be relieved or worried, but the conflict in her heart grew each day into a storm and she feared it would swallow her. Each day she felt more and more overwhelmed by her feelings.
She laid still on the bed with her eyes closed as she waited for Dale to leave, but it seems the man wasn't doing that today. He had been spending an unusual amount of time out these last few days and that had helped to reduce her torture.
She had a feeling he was staring at her, and the curiousity to confirm her thoughts gained way in her heart. She slowly and pretentiously turned around, and the gleaming colors of his eyes that met hers confirmed her thoughts. He was indeed staring at her. His hand propped his head up as his beguiling eyes unblinkingly peered at her, making her heart skip a beat. Her eyes fluttered in oblivion of what to say.
