ARTHUR'S POV:
Peace.
That was the only way that I could describe the look on Fiona’s face.
She looked peaceful sleeping on my bed, eyes moving slowly behind her lids.
Most likely as a result of a dream, small puffs of air escaping her lips and her blonde wavy locs that I loved fanning around her face.
I never really believed that I would enjoy having someone in my bed as much as I enjoyed having Fiona in it.
It was blissful, going to bed with the sweet scent of her hair tickling my nose and waking up to the warmth of her skin on my body.
Having Fiona in my bed was also more than tempting, especially since the blonde girl preferred to sleep in only my shirts with nothing else underneath.
Her body usually always called to me and it had been difficult ignoring the temptation in
