It had completely slipped my mind that Dorian was the daily jogger that used to pass by my old house around sunrise. So, when he said that we would go to the grocery store after his run, I foolishly agreed, thinking that it would be around breakfast time. Having had acclimated to the mansion, and changed my routine to start at a later time, it was much to my surprise when I woke up to the feeling of cold fingers touching my cheek, and a soft voice calling my name.
“Shay,” he whispered, tapping my cheek lightly.
I woke up from my slumber and slowly opened my eyes, to see Dorian's beautiful face looking down at me with relief.
“Dorian?” I groggily said, my brain still clouded. I felt a goofy smile creep on my lips as I dreamily leaned into the hand that was cupping my cheek. What a curi
