L O L A ' S P. O. V
This bed was like f*****g heaven. It felt like I was sleeping on a mass of feathers, burrowed together just for me. The pillows were soft cushioning, moulded to my exact specifications.
The duvet was lovely, but I could do without it. I spend all night trapped within Lucien's arms. It's warm and comforting and some kind of magic because the minute he wraps them around me I just feel at peace and doze off.
"Morning Little wolf," He has gotten more accustomed to calling me that, and I was falling in love with the word every day.
As always he peppered a shower of kisses over my neck, stirring me awake from my dead slumber. "Morning," I stretched like a cat under the morning sun.
His room was f*****g perfect. Our room. s**t, I'm supposed to be calling it ours but
