Amelia felt as if she were nothing more than a human-shaped pillow at the moment, her nostrils filled with his unique and cool, pleasant scent, familiar and comforting.
She had thought she would suffer from insomnia until dawn, but after a little while, she unexpectedly dozed off in a daze.
When she opened her eyes, the golden light of early morning had already penetrated the glass and streamed in through the window.
Every time she woke up from insomnia, she habitually felt bewildered for a while, her slightly unfocused pupils reflecting the man's magnified and handsome sleepy face.
"It's that kind of dream again."
She murmured to herself, then closed her eyes again.
Yet, when she opened her eyes again, she found the man's face still before her, and this time, he was awake, his black eyes moist and deep as they stared at her. Seeing her eyes open, his thin lips moved closer.
