Chapter 66
The rays of sunlight seeped through the curtains, painting soft golden streaks on the walls and casting a warm glow over Natasha's face. Her lashes fluttered, her eyes slowly opening. For a moment, her mind was blank, hazy with sleep.
Then, she became aware of something—someone. Strong arms wrapped securely around her, her head resting against a firm, steady chest.
Her heart skipped a beat. That scent. Familiar and comforting. Her eyes widened as the fog in her mind cleared. Drogen.
Her pulse quickened. How did he get here? she thought, biting her lip as she tilted her head slightly to peek at his face. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and deep. He was asleep, and deeply so.
Careful not to disturb him, she shifted slightly, gently prying herself free from his hold. Once she was upright, she turned to look at him. Her cheeks warmed at the sight.
