The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating the oversized bed.
Aurelia Shaw pouted slightly, gradually waking up from her slumber.
Her sleeping posture was truly ungraceful. Throughout the night, who knows how many times she rolled around in bed? Mason Nightshade spent the whole night correcting her sleeping position. Whether it was his subtle influence or the comforting presence he exuded, no matter how much she tossed and turned, in the end, she would still end up holding him.
And with Mason Nightshade's arms trapping her in place, preventing her from moving, Aurelia finally stayed put.
At this moment, feeling the familiar warm breath enveloping her, even with her groggy senses, Aurelia realized this wasn't her big bear plushie.
Her eyes shot open, and she immediately saw the man's firm, muscular chest.
Mason Nightshade's handsome sleeping face was right before her.
