19

WILLOW

My head was buried in my pillow, drooling, when I sniffed a familiar scent. My eyes sluggishly opened, and I tried to make out where I was. I had one of those Tristan dreams, but this time, he carried me in bridal style from that dark room to my room. I childishly pouted for him to stay, and I chuckled quietly to myself, realizing it was all just a dream.

That was never going to happen.

I redrew my head from my pillow, and rubbed my eyes I noticed a pair of arms encircled round my hips.

I opened my eyes to see Tristan sound asleep as he breathe pushing my Bangs slightly, it wasn't a dream, I can't believe I did that, I broke a rule he's gonna kill me.

I tried to escape his grasp, but somehow, his arms were locked tight around me like unyielding chains. His eyes sluggishly opened, and he yawned, the transition from half-consciousness to full awareness evident in the gradual widening of his gaze.

I'm so dead

"Good, you're awake," he said calmly, not the reaction I expected. Perhap