Seline
I stirred awake a little before seven, squinting at the sunlight pouring in through the window slants, directly on my face. Beside me, Ferrara lay, his eyes doting eternally on my features as he stroked my hair, our faces close. “Good morning, pet. Glad you finally woke up.”
I drew back on my butt, sitting up straight with my back on the headboard. “I thought you'd have left already. Isn't it bedtime yet?” I asked, gesturing at the sunlight.
He chuckled as he continued curling my hair around his large, long fingers — his lips parted, brows drawn together in fascination at the soft texture. I sighed, rubbing my throbbing temples idly. “I swear, nothing ever gets past you, pet. What's with that frown? You don't look so...good.”
I blew out a breath, suddenly feeling exasperated. “I
