Chapter Seven

GYPSY'S POV

🎶Now the sun turns out his light,

Good night, sleep tight.

Dream sweet dreams for me,

Dream sweet dreams for you.

Good night,

Good night, everybody,

Everybody, everywhere,

Good night.🎶

I shut my eyes after the lullaby ends and force a yawn out of myself, ready to sleep like I've been for the past three hours.

Five minutes later, I'm staring eyes wide into the darkness. Ugh. What the heck?

Instead of darkness, the only thing I see when I close my eyes are forest green eyes that make me feel so lost when I look into them.

Which confuses the hell out of me. Their owner is an asswipe, a jerk and a bastard. Not to forget douchebag. Remembering those eyes should be filling me with anger and rage.

Not butterflies.

Now I'm acting like a fucking drama queen, singing myself lullabies and force yawning several times to get sleep aware that I'm ready to be in it's kingdom.

Thinking about eyes I'll never see again.

I sigh. I realize what that sigh means and let out a groan. I immedi