The soft rays of light fell on her skin, making her frown. She turned to the other side and hid her face in the pillow she was holding.
Nudging her face on it, she inhaled when a smell full of wet forest filled her nostrils.
Hazel furrowed her brows and moved her hands on the pillow tracing its corners when she felt the taut muscles on her hands when she heard the husky voice near her ears,
"What are you trying to do " that voice that damn voice, was she dreaming, no she had stopped dreaming about him in this life, hadn't she!
Was she dreaming, because of last night's argument or the way he held her after that? These days she had often dreamt about the events of the past but it was always a memory that was important for her, not her leisure activities like sleeping or eating.
Or could it be that Bella had kept her memory of sleeping in his arms as a treasure too!
