*Merida*
I awake feeling both lethargic and rejuvenated. It is a confusing combination. How can I be both at the same time? But I am. I feel as though I have slept for a century.
Slowly, I realize that I am not alone. My head rests halfway on a strong, sturdy arm and half on a pillow. My hair is being gently tucked behind one ear, over and over, the touch as light as fairies dancing over petals. One of my legs is nestled between both of his, my sole rubbing his trouser-covered calf without any thought from me prompting it. I halfway wish I had given him leave to remove all his clothes, wish I didn’t slip on my nightdress.
Warily, I lift my eyes to find him watching me with a mixture of amusement and… dare I believe it? Yearning. Memories of the late hours of the night and all he had done
