Belle's POV

I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I was supposed to be hungover, but except for the way my heart strummed against my chest, I felt perfect.

Almost perfect.

I opened my eyes dreamily and looked around the room. The room was dimly lit by the early morning light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming.

The warmth beside me felt surreal. I turned my head and saw Zane lying next to me, his eyes closed, his ...