Abigail's POV
I felt like I had only been asleep for seconds; I could still feel Damien beside me on the sofa, having fallen asleep with him while watching some crime documentary. The distant sound of the tv echoed around my head, mixing with the strong beat of Damien's heart. I could feel him fidgeting to get comfortable, pulling me closer to his chest, the gentle lull of his breathing soothing my nerves as I let sleep take hold. I knew I should wake up and ask him to leave so he didn't get the wrong idea about us, but after my traumatic dream the night before, I subconsciously decided to stay safely wrapped in his arms.
Visions of the luscious green fields surrounding my childhood home filtered through my mind. Beautiful fields filled with stunning white and yellow wild daisies
