Alastor felt the press of a delicate hand against his forehead, skin so soft the sensation almost felt surreal. His nose filled a scent of something floral and decadent — like a lavender mixed with vanilla.
“Alastor,”
That voice instantly made him smile while half-asleep, it was the voice he once wished to hear every morning, and now that it is truly happening he can’t help but wrap his arms around the person waking him and pull her down with him to bed.
“Alastor!” She let out a chuckle.
“How come you woke up before me?” His voice was still sleepy, deep and coarse.
“Luce and I are going downtown to buy new dresses,” She answered with a muffled voice since Alastor was hugging her too much that her face was buried against his chest.
He remembered that she is in need of new sets of d
