At the crack of dawn, Angela groaned as she fluttered her eyes open. She was laying on her side facing left, and the first thing she saw was the light by the bathroom. It seemed as if the electricity was back on, but the light above the bed was still turned off. The rain had stopped but the wind was still howling outside.
Feeling warm on her back, she lazily dragged her gaze and noticed an arm around her waist. She widened her eyes, confirming that it was a man's arm and her hand rested on top of it. To add to her surprise, her head wasn't resting on a pillow but on a man's arm. With her heart racing, she swallowed and carefully turned her head to the right. She didn't have to see to know who was next to her—obviously, there was no one else. But she still had to check although she already knew it was him.
