Tessa's POV;
I stir a little in my bed and groan when I'm welcomed to consciousness by a splitting headache. I take a few seconds before opening my eyes and find myself in my room. My room at Cameron's house.
I slowly sit up, and upon looking down, I see that I'm in a soft, silky night dress, and my hair has been left down. Obviously, Mrs. Peterson gave me a shower. I can see her handwork all over me. The tender lavender scent, my hair, and how spotless I feel.
It reminds me of when I was much younger and she used to bathe me. I grunt as I pull off a band from my wrist and pack my hair into a loose ponytail, and just then, Cameron walks into my room.
I stare up at him in silence, and he stands in the middle of the room, staring at me.
"Good morning, Tessa. "He greets me, and I close
