Katrina drew closer to the arms of the person she was lying next to. Her eyes were closed, but she leaned closer to the person beside her. "You smell nice," Katrina whispered, half asleep. "You smell pretty nice," she chuckled, and placed her hand on the person's chest. "You smell like the king!" She whispered, having no idea that she was in Christian's arm.
"That's because I am the king," Christian's voice sounded beside her.
Katrina thought she had heard something wrong as her eyes fluttered open and she screamed out in horror. "Oh goddess!" She tried to jump out of the bed and ended up pushing Christian off the bed.
"What the hell?" Christian glared angrily at her. "I should have known you'd be a problem when I brought you to my room," Christian stood up from the ground and cleared his throat at Katrina, who stared around as if she was searching for someone.
