Arabella's Point of View

I woke up with a strong urge to use the bathroom. I kicked the blanket off me and tried to get up, but couldn't—something seemed to be pulling me down.

'What's going on?' I wondered mentally.

I quickly looked down and saw a strong arm firmly holding my waist. I frowned.

Whose arm is this? And why is he holding me? My eyes traced the arm to its owner.

"Wymond?!" I exclaimed loudly.

"Hm?" he hummed sleepily.

A deep frown appeared on my face as I ...