Pitter-patter
Ara woke up to the sounds of the drizzling rain drops and birdsongs cheeping from the forest. Water dripped steadily from the roof of the cabin. The dark clouds had already faded, however dusk was approaching.
Ara reluctantly opened her eyes, unwilling to succumb because of the sweet dream she had been having, she soon realized it was not a dream as she felt Hamon's arm around her waist, pressing her back against his rock hard chest. His legs entwined with hers under the thin blanket, his steady breath in her hair, fanning her neck.
It hadn't been a dream, with a smile, she carefully turned to look at him, then realized that one of his arms was tucked beneath her head as a pillow.
