CHAPTER 20
Cracking one eyelid open, Emilia determined it was in fact morning. She hadn’t had a lot of sleep, but it didn’t matter – she was riding the adrenalin high of being in love. Nothing else mattered, not sleep, food… her stomach belied that last thought with an almost deafening rumble.
Rolling to the side she gazed at the object of her affections, who was still out for the count, his tousled head buried face down on the pillow, one arm slung possessively over her waist. It was a nice sight to wake up to.
She could have stayed there all day watching him sleep, letting her eyes rove lazily over his features. But there was something she urgently wanted to do.
Sliding carefully out from under Seb’s arm, she tiptoed out of his room and into her own, where she grabbed a hoodie to
