272 Her Nightmare

Ceti was greeted with the sensation of warmth as she roused, pulling her from the depths of her troubled sleep. The dull ache of her injuries was a distant sensation, replaced with comfort and a relaxed sensation. 

For a second, she wondered if she was dreaming since the last thing she remembered was being this close to dying.

But as her senses returned, the scent of a familiar man, the musky aroma of his body, filled her nose. 

Her eyes fluttered open to be met with the sight of his well-built chest, the color of dove gray, right in front of her. 

Her arm was draped over his torso, and the realization hit her like a lightning bolt.

"Ha...!" With a sharp gasp, she attempted to push herself away from him. 

But the sudden movement brought on a wave of pain, and she grimaced, falling back onto the bed, her limbs numb and sore.