Orian’s pov
My eyes snapped opened. I could feel the tears leaking from their corners and my chest heaved in unsteady respiration, brain conjuring remnants of my most prominent nightmare reminding me of why I hated birthdays and most of all attachments and I had sworn off it.
But my pact has been extremely questioned by the person atop me now.
Her face was buried in my chest, her soft cheeks pressing against me and her wild blonde curls, so pale that I thought she had a medical condition when I first saw her were scattered around me like a mini blanket. Her arms were looped around my torso engaging me in a comforting embrace.
She's touching me, My breath hitched and it was like everything stopped at the moment, just like it did anytime she touched me. Her fingers were against my skin
