Chapter 4

When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I wondered was why my pillow was so hard.

I slowly lifted my head, blinking madly as my eyes adjusted to the light, and contemplated the possibility of Camilla having snuck into my room and filled my pillowcase with rocks.

However, when I propped myself up with my hands and opened my eyes properly, I realized this was not the case.

I wasn't in my bed at all.

I happened to be lying on Bryson, and our faces were so close my brown hair was tickling his cheeks.

And, just as this…