ODETTE'S POV:
Blinking my eyes so my vision could adjust to the blinding light.
Where am I? What happened?
I felt a light grip on my hand, it was Ambrose, holding it he laid his head beside me on the bed.
My eyes searched his face, and I found nothing but perfection. His hair tousled from what looked like a restless sleep. His breathing slow and steady. His lips, they looked so soft. I had such an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his lips. How could anyone look so good while they sleep. It's so unfair someone so awful has such a beautiful face. It's waisted on him.
As if he could tell I was thinking about him his eyes flung open and for a moment I saw his face flash with relief before falling back it's resting position of indifference.
"Sleeping beauty wakes." I joke.
"You're the one whose been asleep for a total of two days…" He chuckled lightly. Giving a big stretch, letting go of my wrist. It left it cold and lonely.
Why am I thinking like this?
