Luna’s pov
I slowly opened my eyes.
When did I get to sleep?
How did I even sleep so peacefully with everything that had happened?
I noticed Blake sleeping on the couch.
His lips were curved into a frown, but he looked like an angel.
How can a person be so perfect?
Even when he was sleeping everything about him was still perfect.
Unlike me, he was drooling in his sleep no snoring.
He looked almost dead and if it wasn’t for my heightened hearing one would think that he is dead.
I slowly sat up on the bed and looked at him.
Who is this man sleeping in my room?
Who is this man that I am about to marry, and I hardly know?
“Well, can I move now?
Because I have been pretending to be asleep for hours and I can't do it anymore,” Blake said with a smirk.
I jumped when I heard him
