Vivienne's POV
The morning light was the first thing my eyes caught the moment I peeled them open. It filtered in through the half drawn curtains, pale gold and feather soft, and catching dust motes as they danced lazily in the air. I stirred underneath the thick gray duvet, and something caught my attention.
Ronan's hand was wrapped firmly around my waist. His warmth radiated from him and washed over me. His aura was possessive, and even in his sleep , you could tell he wasn't going to let me go without a fight.
My cheeks warmed slightly, and I couldn't shake off the funny feeling that made its way to the pit of my belly. The events of last night buzzed in my mind. It wasn't something I was sure I could forget, even if I tried. What I had no clue of, was how Ronan and I had ended up
