FIONA'S POV:
Warmth.
My mind registered a cocooning warmth around me before anything else.
The memories of the previous night washed over me in waves, sending my mind reeling, my cheeks heating and my body tingling.
Then the next thing registered, I was still in Arthur’s room.
The softness of his magnificent bed and his intoxicating scent were almost drowning and the best part were his arms that were currently wrapped around my middle and pulling me to his chest.
I shuddered lightly at the feeling.
My mother had once described perfect to me.
She had said that anything described as perfect was completely free from faults or defects. It was as good as it could ever get.
She had said that a perfect thing or person had all the desirable elements, qualities, characteristics and no
