Amelia slowly wakes up, her eyes blinking blearily before she lets out a yawn. She is lying against a hard chest, the rhythmic sound of a heart beating beneath her ear. When she fidgets, a big warm hand runs through her hair before a deep voice says from above her head, “You awake?”, and she can feel the vibration coming from his chest as he says the words.
She lifts her head and looks up, her eyes connecting with gentle gold ones.
She finds that he is sitting with his back leaning against the wooden headboard of their bed with his legs stretched out while she herself is straddling his waist with her legs on either side of his thighs and her torso on his chest.
She must have slept off while she was crying earlier and he had just adjusted their positions so she would be more comfortable
