After his recovery from the fall, Skyler arrived at Jewell?s Villa for his first ?official? night living there on Sunday, December 24th. It was very late when he used his key to quietly enter through the front door. The only bag he carried was a black backpack with his pajamas and a toothbrush and some hair care items, hanging on his shoulder by one strap. He slipped off his boots by the front door and made his way through the house in his socks.
He assumed they would all be asleep, but as he started down the hall to Jewell?s room, he ran into someone else. Little Devyn was standing in the middle of the hallway in her pajamas, blinking strangely and sleepily at him. No telling what the girl was doing wandering the halls in the middle of the night. On her way to or from the bathroom? Sleepwalking? Who knew? She seemed to be unable to figure out if she was asleep or awake.
Skyler didn?t want to confuse or alarm the child, so he kept gliding silently across the floor in his socks, a soft, friendly smile on his face. He simply cupped her cheek affectionately as he passed by in the darkness and whispered, ?Goodnight, angel.? He then reached Jewell?s room, slipped through the door and closed it softly.
Inside, he dropped his bag on the floor and changed into his PJ?s in silence, gazing at Jewell?s sleeping body as he did so. Then, in series of motions that seemed very skillful and practiced, he slipped his slender body between the sheets and cuddled up next to her. He didn?t shake the bed or move the blankets much at all, almost like a ghost joining her there beneath her covers.
Skyler?s body pressed against hers, molding to the shape in which she lay. His form became like an outer protective layer of Jewell?s, his arm curled around her stomach, his face nuzzled into her blue locks. In this position he drifted away to sleep, deeply inhaling the scent of her, listening to her breathe, feeling her heartbeat.
He assumed they would all be asleep, but as he started down the hall to Jewell?s room, he ran into someone else. Little Devyn was standing in the middle of the hallway in her pajamas, blinking strangely and sleepily at him. No telling what the girl was doing wandering the halls in the middle of the night. On her way to or from the bathroom? Sleepwalking? Who knew? She seemed to be unable to figure out if she was asleep or awake.
Skyler didn?t want to confuse or alarm the child, so he kept gliding silently across the floor in his socks, a soft, friendly smile on his face. He simply cupped her cheek affectionately as he passed by in the darkness and whispered, ?Goodnight, angel.? He then reached Jewell?s room, slipped through the door and closed it softly.
Inside, he dropped his bag on the floor and changed into his PJ?s in silence, gazing at Jewell?s sleeping body as he did so. Then, in series of motions that seemed very skillful and practiced, he slipped his slender body between the sheets and cuddled up next to her. He didn?t shake the bed or move the blankets much at all, almost like a ghost joining her there beneath her covers.
Skyler?s body pressed against hers, molding to the shape in which she lay. His form became like an outer protective layer of Jewell?s, his arm curled around her stomach, his face nuzzled into her blue locks. In this position he drifted away to sleep, deeply inhaling the scent of her, listening to her breathe, feeling her heartbeat.