Freeze to death

Amelie shifted onto her left side, sinking into the plush mattress inside the warm duvet. A deep, musky scent filled her senses, wrapping around her nose. A soft smile played on her lips. The scent was so pleasant that she instinctively inched closer to its source, her hand gliding upward until it met something firm and warm.

It was a body.

Her drowsiness evaporated in an instant as her eyes flew open.

A sharp scream escaped from her lips as she jolted upright, her heart hammering wildly against her chest.

"What—what am I doing here?" Amelie stammered with wide eyes.

Gabriel, completely unfazed, leaned back against the headboard. One knee was bent, his forearm draped lazily over it. A teasing smirk tugged at his lips.

"You tell me," he drawled. "You crawled into my bed, Amelie."

Her face burned. "What? That's not true!" she sputtered. "I—I was in the living room!"