*Olivia*
When morning came, I was still in his arms, our legs entangled, his hand gently playing with the hair cascading along my back. A sense of heaviness lingered over us like a large heavy blanket.
Consciousness was not where I wanted to be this particular morning. Despite knowing how childish it was, I refused to open my eyes, playing limp as I savored the feeling of being wrapped in his arms.
I didn't want to wake up, to face the danger and fear of today. I knew from the light chuckle in his breath that I had been caught anyway, but he was kind enough to pretend for my sake, to give us both this moment before reality came crashing in like a wrecking ball and tearing us apart.
“It's time to get up, carina," he said gently, brushing the hair away from my face as I continued to p
