Cinder
The first thing I notice when I wake up the following day is the soft fabric of the couch beneath me. I stretch my body, groaning when the morning light hits my eyes.
“Flipping hell...” I mutter, pausing when I hear a loud chuckle coming from my side.
“I take it you didn’t sleep well?”
I turn around, my heart skipping a beat, when I see a pair of silvery-blue eyes staring intently into mine. They belong to Pike. He is sitting cross-legged on the carpet, but he is no longer tiny. No, he is back to his normal size, and he is smirking at me while leaning forward.
“Good morning,” he says, and my pulse quickens. His voice is smooth and rich, like melted chocolate, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin.
“Uh, good morning,” I stammer, suddenly feeling hyper-nervous. I had forgo
