Dominic's Pov

Warmth. That was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes to the soft gray light filtering through window blinds.

Someone was holding me. Arms that were not mine wrapped around my waist. A heavy pressure pressed down on me, unyielding but not binding. And the scent, lavender and rose wrapped up in something warm and human was somehow comforting. It lingered on the cotton of the shirt and became part of the air as if it belonged there.

This was far from the woody ...