Emma's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the dim light seeping through her curtains. She stretched slightly, only to feel a heavy weight pressing against her stomach. Frowning in confusion, she looked down—and her heart raced when she saw an arm draped over her.

She turned her head and found herself staring straight into Viktor's face, his eyes closed, breathing even, as he slept next to her. Her mind whirled in shock. When did he get here? How is he here? She questioned if she was still dreaming, her gaze darting between his arm and his face.