Sarah's POV
I spent the entire night plagued by dreams, leaving my sleep fragmented and restless. When I finally opened my eyes the next morning, my head pounded mercilessly.
This sleep had been worse than no sleep at all, leaving both my body and mind exhausted.
It had been years since I'd enjoyed a peaceful night's rest, my dreams always filled with painful memories from the past.
My head throbbed painfully, and I instinctively reached up to massage my temples. As I moved, my elbow brushed against something—or rather, someone.
I blinked once, then twice, before suddenly turning my head. I found myself staring directly into a sleeping face.
Was I still dreaming?
I distinctly remembered Alexander banishing me to the couch last night. How had I ended up in bed with hi
