Isabella woke up to the scent of pancakes and bacon from the kitchen, causing her to yawn as she stretched, her stomach rumbling as it cried out for food.
With disorientated vision, she watched the sun through the window, sighing at the scenery before her. Her arms felt heavy and so did her legs.
"Killian," she called out as she winced at the hoarseness in her voice.
The sound of pans clinging together followed by the sound of Killian cursing was the only response received. Standing up from the sofa, she rubbed the back of her neck as she groaned at the pain in her neck.
She then found herself face lying face-first on the carpet as she tried to walk on those wobbly legs of hers.
"Shit!" she hissed, most of her voice being muffled by the carpet against her mouth.
Footsteps came rushing into the living room, causing her to flush in embarrassment at the thought of being caught in this position.
