chapter eight

daisy

It didn't come as much of a surprise to her that waking up in Seth's arms would've been the best feeling she had ever felt. For the first time in a while, her dreams were filled with nothing but good things, fluffy clouds and dancing puppies, and she didn't doubt it was all to do with her handsome cellmate.

One of his hands were on her head and the other around her back, squeezing her tightly every so often, as she laid with her face on his chest and her legs tangled with his. A small part of her wanted to save some dignity and pull away from him as to not give the impression that she was the sort of person to fall asleep with random men she hardly knew.

However, the larger part of her didn't want to move an inch while she basked in his manly scent and muscled torso with his steady heartbeat singing her into another deep sleep. All of a sudden, his heartbeat fastened, causing her to open her eyes in shock. Daisy buried further into him to fall back asleep but it was impossible