Arabella's point of view.
"That was one nice shower!" I breathe out in satisfaction as I stepped out of the bathroom into our room, in Wymond's big night robe and wore nothing underneath.
My steps faltered when I saw Wymond sitting on the bed with my phone in his hands, I rushed towards him and snatched it from him even though I have nothing to hide from him.
"What are you doing with my phone?" I queried him.
"You have a text from a strange number" he said simply.
I checked my phone and saw there's truly a text from an unknown number, I sighed and tossed my phone on the bedside table, with the thought of checking the message later.
Wymond suddenly reached for my hand and pulled me, I fell on his laps and he hugged me, then snuggled his nose in my neck.
"I'm feeling tired" he said.
