Updated: 02 July 2014 [subject to revisions]
The Misty Pines Motel
Shattered Falls, CA
In a motel on the other side of town, Thorn lay in a queen-sized bed with an arm crooked behind his head, spooning a slumbering Arlene. Her hair splayed out on the pillow in front of her, leaving her porcelain face framed in her raven-colored curly locks. Her mouth slightly parted as she dozed.
Thorn turned his torso slightly from lying on his side, brushing back his shoulder length dirty blond hair, slick with moisture as if he too had just stepped out of the shower — a light misting of water covering his face, arms and chest. His muscular body glistened in the muted silvery blue light from the motel sign just outside their room. A smile, seeded with wild intent, slinked slowly across his lips.
“Whassthematter, baby?” Arlene slurred as she stirred momentarily before dozing on. Not bothering to wait for a response.
“Nothing, Ar, go back to sleep.” Sensing that she had slipped back into unconsciousness, his gaze moved back up to the ceiling again as if he could peer through it to the storm gathering outside. The gleam in his eye shimmering with a darker intensity as his smirk blossomed into a full warm smile. “Everything is just fine.”