Letting out a bored sigh, I watched as day turned into night as the storm clouds gathered and the sun was blocked out.
After Bishop left, or was kicked out, however you want to look at it, the guys and I moved to the roof to watch the show. The romantic atmosphere was completely gone, and instead of forcing it to come back, I decided just to call it.
I sat in the middle of eleven guys, like the center of some type of new constellation. I was their sun, and they were simply there to rotate around me. I have to admit, I kind of like that idea.
Letting out a yawn as the dark sky started to dance with lightning, I leaned back into Greed's arms. "Your coffee," he purred, holding out a travel mug complete with a lid. "I'm pretty sure it's the way you like it."
Taking a sip, I hummed happily. "Milk and sugar," he assured me. "With just a hint of coffee."
