Amelia's Point of View
Strong arms placed my body on the most comfortable bed I had ever experienced in my life. For the last few months I'd been sleeping under trees with nothing to keep me warm other than old newspapers. I sunk into a mattress that promised me a deep sleep for hours on end. But no matter how comfortable it was, I missed Peyton's embrace as soon as he moved away. I felt so safe when I was in his arms. I must have really hit my head hard to be thinking like that. And what was it about his smell? If it could be bottled and given to the human world, it would make millions of dollars.
I heard chair legs scraping against the floor and the sound of him throwing himself into it. He was going to stay with me! I don't know why that made me feel better, but it did.
