ANNABELLA'S POV

Waking up in his tight embrace was the best thing I could ever dream of, his warm body against mine and his face an inch away. I raised my hand to push his hair back a little to get a proper view of his face.

Everything felt great, having him beside me and having to look at him like this for the rest of my life. My hand slightly blushed against the smooth skin on his forehead.

Even though his eyes were closed, he still looked as domineering as ever. Even in his sleep, he still exudes that cold and powerful aura. I suddenly recalled how soft his...