"You didn't wake me up for dinner," Amelia said. She looked out at the balcony door which let in the light from the sun.
"You were tired and put in a bad mood because of Cyrus leaving. I thought it was best you slept," Killian replied, pushing her messy hair out of her face. "You rolled around a lot in your sleep. I've almost been punched in the eye. Were you fighting someone in your dreams?"
"No, I was swimming around actually."
"Oh, so you were drowning," Killian teased. "I will keep you away from deep water in the future."
"I can swim," Amelia said, sitting up to get rid of her sleep and start the day. "I've been swimming from a young age. I am not believing the story about me moving around a lot or almost punching you. I sleep still like a log."
"You've never seen yourself sleep to know. I was tempted to tie you up so you would stop moving-"
