Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Warmth

It was amazing. The warmth was something I had never felt before. It bore into my muscles, relaxing every inch of them. I had never felt more comfortable, not even on the bed of the five star hotel I stayed in last year. I snuggled closer to the warmth feeling a unique sense of comfortablness to it.

But where was I?

My eyes fluttered open to most unimaginable view. I was ij Ozymandius' bed with his arms protectively embracing me.

And just for that moment he looked like a completely different person. His face was more relaxed and calm. There were no lines on his forehead, his long and thick lashes dropped lazily on his closed eyelids, his lips were perfectly set in a thin line and his breathe was relaxed.

The sun as if admiring his beauty, glistened at him and made him look like an angel.

But what was I doing in a bed with him? 

Suddenly aware of the beautiful reality, I tried to escape from his embrace but his gri