Essel’s Pov
I'm convinced that last night was just a dream. No, I'm absolutely certain of it.
Who am I fooling? Last night was definitely not a dream, nor was it a nightmare. In fact, in the early hours of this morning, Tristen carried me through the woods and back to the house, all on his own. Even though I was only half awake, I can still recall the warmth of his strong arms holding me close against his sturdy frame. I remember how his breath brushed against my skin when he spoke, so close we were.
Seriously, Tristen, could you please stop being so charming?
With a sigh, I stretch my arms toward the ceiling, yawning as I do. Thank goodness it's Saturday; otherwise, I wouldn't have the energy to get out of bed for school with how lazy I feel right now. As I turn onto my side, I gaze a
