Freya’s P.O.V

It has been years since I had a peaceful night's sleep. Probably before my mum had died. I stirred awake, my eyes fluttering open and the warmth that I felt at that moment, couldn't be explained.

With half-lidded eyes, my eyes locked onto the hazel eyes that stared back at me with nothing but admiration in them.

For a second, I thought that I was dreaming, and a smile spread through my face and I felt his fingers brush through my face, stroking my hair gently.

All of a sudden, something snapped within me and all the memories from last night rushed through my mind—Thorne. The sex. How...