Cirilla's Point Of View
I shuffled under the warm covers for a few seconds before my eyes pulled open. I was in Asher's room, on the bed, covered by the warm sheets while little of the sun's rays stubbornly flickered in from the velvet curtains.
I was up to a sitting position, running my fingers through the thickness of my long blonde hair. I had a blasting ache in my skull that almost made me groan for a second while my gaze dropped to the gray tee that I was wearing.
I pulled off the covers, moving to the edge of the bed with my bare feet now touching the stainless marble floors. My eyes are still on the tee. It was unmistakably Asher's. It smells just like him. I couldn't remember at what point I had put this on last night. When I tried to recall, I was greeted by a merciless pain in
