Theodore POV
I can smell her perfume as it lingers on her pillow and body. It smells like roses and is highly feminine, tickling my senses and making my mouth salivate slightly. She's so naive, so innocent that she's buying my grieving act completely, allowing me to take liberties with her that otherwise would no doubt be refused out of principle. Her skin is soft, unblemished, and a delight to touch, my breathing is shallow as I lightly trail a finger down her arm, listening to the sounds of her soft snores as they fill the room, her body pressed up, against mine, although her legs are veered away, as though she's trying to maintain a respectable distance. Is she thinking about Xavier? The thought floods me with anger. Xavier Trace has always thought himself superior to me, but now he's
