Taken in the Night

Chapter One

Danial’s dark brown eyes stared down into mine. I was hyperconscious of his body as it lay on mine; the weight of him, the coolness of his skin, the way we fit together so well.

“Relax, Sar,” he whispered, nuzzling my neck with his soft lips. “Let me in.”

“I’m trying,” I said irritably.

I’d been trying for the last twenty minutes. Yet I remained tense, as pliable as a board.

Danial sighed, and got up. He went to the bedroom door, and opened it. “Theo, you may as well come in. It’s not working,” he said.

Theo quickly entered the bedroom, and sat next to me on Danial’s bed. “Sar, what is it?” he said, giving me a concerned look.

“She’s too nervous,” Danial said, leaning against the wall and looking at me. “Just like she’s been every time we’ve tried this.”

Theo glanced at him, and then back to me as if he didn’t know what to say.

I sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m doing my best.”