Two Hundred and Twenty-Six.

They went the entire night having sex and Chelsey had never been so satisfied, Lyon felt as though his body was filled with nothing.

Lying on the bed breathlessly, Lyon couldn’t help but pull Chelsey into his arms. Holding and kissing her forehead before closing his eyes to sleep.

Their friends weren’t back from the club yet but they both knew that by the time they woke up tomorrow, they'd be back.

They’ve all enjoyed three years of peace, for three years none of them had lived in constant fear and that was a lot more than they could ask for.

Smiling to himself, Lyon’s heart started beating steadily as the night plunged deeper into darkness and the ticking of the clock became louder.

“Goodnight, Chelsey.” He muttered, holding her closely before giving in to the sweet embrace of sleep and got engulfed in a night of peace and quiet.

The sound of his alarm going off jolted him out of the bed and Lyon opened his eyes to see that Chelsey had left the room, he didn’t need a soothsayer to te