In the morning, I woke curled up against Dorian, my arms wrapped around his waist and head pressed against his chest. My legs were entwined with his, the coolness of his body soothing the warmth of mine. The events of yesterday were hazy, but all that mattered was that Dorian was okay again.
His scars had completely healed, replaced by that porcelain skin tone that suited his eyes so well. I yawned, and his lips turned into a smile as he pushed a stray curl away from my face. “Sleep well?”
“So well.”
“I’d say. You’ve been out for twenty-four hours.”
“Wait, what?”
Shooting up in bed, my eyes strayed to the window, where it was pitch black outside, moonlight streaming through the billowing curtains. My bladder suddenly ached, so I slipped out of bed to relieve myself in the bathr
