NIRELLE
I wake up entangled in the sheets with Lucien; I freeze for a moment because this was not how we went to bed. We had awkwardly lain down next to each other but made sure we left enough space between us. I did not move when I slept, but now looking around, I could tell that I was the one who moved to reach him. I groaned as I picked his hand from my body, ready to flee when his grip tightened around me.
'HE IS AWAKE!' my mind screamed. I looked down at him ever so gently, and he looked up at me. His eyes were groggy from sleep, and one eye was still closed.
"Good morning?" His voice, oh, that voice. How have I never paid attention to how husky and manly it was before? Why did it take us leaving the mansion out in the wild for me to realise it?
"Good morning," my voice came out s
