CHAPTER 22
Selene's POV
So soft.
I twirled to a comfortable position and hummed in satisfaction.
He smelt warm, the kind of scent that made you want to lean in without meaning to. My eyelids opened slowly, and I almost screamed at the sight before me.
Dark was looking straight at me, and my head was resting on his chest. I blinked profusely—perhaps it was just a bad dream.
“You seemed to have had a nice sleep,” he grinned.
Embarrassment hit me hard. It definitely was reality and not a dream. My head was f*****g resting on Dark's chest.
I felt like the ground should split open in two and swallow me whole.
Quickly, I arranged my hair and fake mustache. I hoped I didn't snore and neither did he figure out anything.
“You seem to enjoy sleeping on a man, Sal.”
I shook my head in resp
