Angel's POV
The first thing I was aware of when I woke up was warmth.
Not the warmth of blankets or a fire, but the warmth of being held by someone all night long. I surfaced from sleep very slowly, and I became aware of things in stages.
The light was the pale gold of very early morning.
The room smelled of woodsmoke and I felt someone watching me.
I knew that tiny detail before I opened my eyes. And when I did open my eyes, I saw him.
Terrell.
He was lying facing me, his head on the pillow, watching me wake up. His eyes in the morning light were - I had not had the opportunity to look at his eyes in morning light before, and the morning light made them look totally different and more beautiful than the candlelight and the firelight and the corridor-light ever did.
I felt heat arrive in my face as memories of last night flooded in, and I immediately pulled the cover up over my face.
His hand caught my wrists before the cover reached its destination.
"No," he said.
