35. Bond Awakening
Raven
The morning light spilled softly through the curtains, warming the room in golden hues. I blinked against it, my senses stirring slowly, gently, as if the world was no longer in a rush to hurt me.
For the first time in years, I woke up relaxed and not in any particular hurry to do anything.
The scent of pine and firewood lingered faintly in the sheets. His scent.
Norman's.
I turned my head on the pillow and stared at the spot beside me. Empty now, but I remembered the night before. He was sitting quietly beside me when he thought that I had fallen asleep, not saying anything, but just seated there.
I didn't want to open my eyes and scare him and so, I kept them closed and listened. I think sometimes during the night, I might have fallen asleep soothes by his
