Amelia woke up to the sweet smell of hot chocolate. She sniffed in expectation and started her dazed eyes.
She clenched the duvet around her chest tightly and sat up on the bed. The morning view from Cullen's bed was beautiful. Soon, winter would arrive - her favorite season of the year.
Cullen turned to face her. He flashed her a warm smile and swirled the hot chocolate. "My princess herself is awake," his deep voice spoke up soothingly.
Amelia smiled with red cheeks. "Good morning…" she stopped abruptly, not bold enough to add a nickname to his name, as she intended.
"Hmmm," Cullen hummed and sat beside her. He brought the chocolate mug closer to his lips and blew it. "How was your night?"
Amelia's blush hardened. She pushed her back to the headrest and relaxed her back. "It wasn't my night. It was our night and I loved it," she smiled.
