CELESTINE's P O V

When I awoke in the wee hours of the morning, I frowned when I saw that Arnold was holding me captive in his arms. I was able to recall telling him to sleep on the couch, and I even watched him nod off before I was able to close my eyes and go to sleep. He neither coerced me nor came over to approach me.

When exactly did he fall asleep here in the bed holding me in his arms?

The sound of his regular breaths could be heard coming from above my head, and I could feel his hand resting on my waist. Because of...