OPHELIA'S POV
“Please wake up, my love.”
The muffled yet intimate voice came like a whisper to my ears and I opened my eyes, yearning for more of it. I scanned my environment, wondering where I was because the last time I had closed my eyes, I was in a dark and cold cell that smelled of sweat and pain.
But all I smell now is the sweet scent of fresh lemon and honey, homely and comforting.
“Ophelia?” Ryker's voice came again, this time in surprise yet happiness. I turned to look at the handsome man who stole my heart with a smile pasted on my face; stretching my hands, I touched his cheek as memories flooded my mind.
How I had long loved to touch and hold him. Even though we were in the same world, different barriers obstructed us from being together. At some point, I had given up
