Eloise
I awake in the middle of the night to the sound of my teeth clattering and the door opening. When I open my eyes I realize that I am no longer covered by the blanket I fell asleep with...nor am I in the living room anymore, where I fell asleep. Sitting up just as Dominic walks into the room, I rub my arms and try to blink my tiredness from my eyes.
"What time is it?" I ask, inhaling the smell of his soap. Pine, sandalwood, peppermint. A confession I must make to the reader: the smell of a man just after a shower is one of my favorite smells in the whole world.
"Just after 3am. It's staying darker later in the morning now. I enjoy this time of year quite well. What is your favorite season, Eloise?"
"Winter," I yawn. "For Christmas and New Years, mostly, but the snow sure is pre
