Emma
Consciousness crept in slowly, accompanied by what felt like an entire marching band in my head. The pillow under my cheek was impossibly soft, smelling faintly of expensive cologne and... cinnamon? That wasn't right. My pillows usually smelled like my lavender detergent.
Something warm shifted beside me. Something that was definitely breathing.
My eyes shot open, then immediately squinted against the betrayal of morning sunlight. When they finally focused, my heart performed a complicated gymnastics routine.
Dominic was asleep beside me. Not just beside me – practically wrapped around me. One of his arms served as my pillow, the other draped across my waist. His face was inches from mine, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, morning stubble shadowing his jaw.
And he wasn't wea
