Morning

Brenna felt so warm and cozy wrapped up inside the blanket that she didn't want to wake up. The chirping of the birds slowly began to wake her. Strange, the birds sounded as though they were in the bedroom. She rubbed her face into the pillow and breathed in deeply a strange scent. It wasn't the smell of linen. It didn't smell like her bedroom. She took another deep breath. It smelled....... too much like Slaton.

Her body stiffened with the realization that she was wrapped up in Slaton's arms with the morning sun warming her already too warm cheeks. This wasn't something she had planned on allowing to happen. How could she get herself out of this situation? She had just willingly spent the night in Slaton's arms out in the open for all who passed by to see.