Emily's POV
My eyes fluttered open against my wish. I was having a good dream and in that dream, I was floating like I had no care in the world, which couldn't be further from my reality.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
I stared at the cause of my annoyance like the table clock was an alien technology sent to destroy my life.
6am.
My eyes dimmed and then it flew wide open.
I sat up on the bed in a hurry.
I looked around the bedroom and blinked.
Where is he?
I turned almost immediately when I heard someone behind me… a really handsome half naked guy on the bed and he had a scent with him I loved.
I could move closer and smell him again but that would be considered creepy by anyone's standard. But I did, anyway.
It's been five months already and every day for a split second after I wake up, I think he is still dying and it makes breathing a little bit difficult.
I stared at him.
