It felt cold.
Even in my sleep, I could feel the chill creeping into my bones, seeping through every layer of skin until it settled deep inside me.
It was a discomfort that I couldn't shake off, no matter how deep I tried to sink into unconsciousness. Eventually, it became too much, and I started to stir, blinking against the darkness as I slowly woke up.
The first thing I noticed was a steady, rhythmic motion, as if I was being gently rocked. It took a moment for my groggy mind to register what was happening. I blinked, my vision clearing, and then—
A jawline. A sharply defined jawline just inches from my face. It was the kind of jawline you would expect to see in a drama or on the cover of a magazine, the type that made you wonder just how someone could look so effortlessly composed.
Wait. Was I… being bridal carried?
