(Xeraphina’s POV)
I was pulled out of my dreamless sleep, annoyed with the excessive noise. Someone was pounding on the door, asking for entrance and I was not having it. I could feel the heat radiating off Draco, as my body laid above his. Either he wasn’t awake yet or he refused to wake me up because of this person. Smart man, it seems. I looked around, just now taking in my mate’s room. Not bad. His bed sheets were a dark smokey gray, silky material. Most supernatural's get hot fast, silk keeps a cool feel to it so we don’t over heat. His comforter, that looked more like a duvet, is a weird triangle pattern with black, dark gray and gold. His bed was bigger than all the King-sized ones I have ever seen. He must have had it custom made, not that I was complaining. There was enough room
