013 (Three updates today, three more tomorrow, asking for monthly votes)
Maeve struggled to stand up, wanting to go back to her room to sleep, but her limbs felt like she was standing on the deck of a ship in stormy seas, swaying to the point where she could barely stand.
Her body swayed, and instinctively, she grabbed the sofa to steady herself, closed her eyes, and shook her head vigorously. After a few seconds of calm, she tried to walk again.
Just ten steps, and she would be back in her room.
Gage Grant sat on the sofa, his eyes blazing as he stared at her back.
The thin straps of her dress slid off her slender, pale shoulder blades, hanging loosely on her delicate arms.
He smiled inexplicably, stood up, and scooped up Maeve, who was trying hard to walk in a straight line back to her room.
The sudden loss of gravity made Maeve instinctively wrap her arms around Gage Grant's shoulders.
