Aurora’s POV

The sun peaked into Faith’s room, and I couldn’t help but groan in response. Faith was the opposite of me when it came to daylight. She basked in it and I was repelled by it.

“Wake up sleepy head.”

Her overly cheerful voice attacked my sensitive eardrums. I pulled the covers over my head and cuddled closer to the thin fabric in my hands. I inhaled softly, the masculine scent attacking my senses. He smelled amazing. It was woodsy ...