Andrew groaned a little in his sleep as he started to awaken, the haze of sleep and alcohol finally wearing off from his mind and eyes.
The man took a deep breath as he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, straightening his body.
Something felt different, fresh.
A soft, sad smile appeared on his face when he remembered the dream he had had. In that dream, Elara had returned to the house and even asked him why he looked so tired and if he wanted to eat something.
Then she helped him to his room before he made love to her to tell her how much he loved her.
But the thought that it was just a dream made his heart clench painfully. He shook his head and placed his hand to the side, freezing when, rather than the empty bed, his hand met with something soft.
Andrew quickly looked to his right side, his eyes widening when he saw the back of another human, a woman, curled up in a cocoon shape.
What the—
