I awaken the next morning to the slightest bit of light coming from the window, indicating it is still very early. My body is sore all over, and I feel slightly ill, but I am so warm. Too warm.
I open my eyes fully and the first thing I see is an arm wrapped around my waist. I look to my left and see Ashton sleeping peacefully beside me, one arm under my head, and the other over my body. I am suddenly very aware of his body length against mine under the blanket, and the flood of emotions of what happened last night return.
"Oh God," I whisper. "Ash! Wake up!"
He groans lightly in his sleep, his eyebrows furrowing in displeasure.
"Ashton! Wake up!" I push him lightly on the chest.
His eyes open abruptly at my words, "Kennah!"
"We fell asleep!" I whisper
