I bury my face closer to my pillow to avoid the harsh light that threatens to wake me up. My back feels sore like I slept on the ground or something. But my pillow is almost unbearably tempting.
The longer I lay here the more reality starts to breach my sleepy thoughts.
When did I get home last night?
My eyes shoot open and the sunlight blinds me. Wincing I place my hand on Oryn’s chest and sit up. At some point in the night, we must’ve both fallen asleep, and he must’ve flipped over because I’d been sleeping half sprawled on his chest our legs tangled together.
His sleeping face is gorgeous in the sun. And when his golden eyes blink up at me lazily my entire face burns.
“Good morning, princess.” His voice is thick with sleep, his lips pull upwards into a smile. H
