Ottilie POV
I almost thought that I'd dreamt being here. There he was though, lying underneath me, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he slept. I breathed in his scent of strawberries and freshly cut grass, the smell filling me with memories of him, both good and bad.
"Stop it," he mumbled, I reached up to stroke his cheek thinking he was having a nightmare before his eyes sprung open. "Stop watching me sleep it's seriously creepy."
I stretched smiling, before sitting up half on his chest. He gasped as I accidentally leant on his wounds.
"s**t sorry," I said, moving away from him. I instantly felt cold though, feeling relieved when he reached for me again.
"It's fine honestly, just watch my stomach."
I nodded carefully, my eyes darting to his bandages.
"What happene
