C28 Trouble 4 Bad Boy Carlos

Carlos grunted while sitting up a little. “I don’t hear anything,” the soldier mumbled.

Amber kept wondering if she was losing her mind. She pinned her shoulder-length, wavy golden-brown hair back behind her ears while still trying to listen for something. After a minute passed, Amber laid her head back down on Carlos’ chest, hoping that the noise she heard was the sound of the manufactured wind