Waking up wrapped in Demetrius’s arms was a feeling that never, ever get old. Because I had spent the last week trapped in a magical coma, my mind felt a bit disconnected—it didn’t physically feel like I had been gone for 9 days. But the tight, unyielding grip of his arms around my waist and the way he held me flush against his chest even in his sleep told me exactly how agonizing those days had been for him.
I think I lay awake for at least an hour. I didn't want to wake him. He looked so incredibly peaceful, the sharp lines of tension finally melted from his face, and I knew his body desperately needed the rest after his thunderous sprint across the territory.
Slowly, the weight of his arm shifted. He buried his face deeper into my hair, shifting until he began to lazily nuzzle the sen
