Arabella's point of view.

I woke up to someone caressing my hair softly but I wasn't confused about who it was, because firstly, I perceived Wymond's scent and secondly, no one can enter his room without permission or an invite -apart from me and him.

"You're awake," he said.

I sat up and rested my back against the headboard, a yawn left my mouth as I rubbed my eyes like a little bunny.

Wait, wasn't I reading a book? When did I fall asleep? And where the heçk is my book?

My eyes ...