I don't know when I fell asleep, but I feel so warm and safe, but something is poking my stomach. I groan, "Are you awake?" I hear a man say, and I open my eyes and jolt up. "I'm awake. Where am I?" I say in confusion. "You're in Paris, sleeping on top of me," he says, and I realize I'm sitting on top of Hawk. I blink, and he grabs me and hugs me. "Sorry, I just forgot where I was for a moment," I say, and he rubs my back. "You're okay and safe. Don't worry, princess," he says, and I just have to ask, "What is with the nickname since we returned from my birthday weekend?" I ask, and he smiles. "I always called you that when we were kids before I started bullying you. Sorry about that again. I feel shitty for a long time now," he says, and I just nod, not knowing what to say. "Say something
