Bab 147: Opened Hair

Oriana woke up some time after midnight, feeling a bit too warm for comfort, and pushed the source away out of instinct thinking it was a thick, heavy blanket, only to find herself unable to raise her arms. 

'Am I dreaming…?' she wondered, slowly blinking away the drowsiness from her blurry eyes. 

She was sleeping on her side with a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her, one acting as her pillow while the other was on her waist. Her head was nestled against a firm, warm chest moving up and down with rhythmic breathing, with her own arm surrounding the figure holding her. Her hand gently stroked that manly body.

Manly body…

A man…

'...I'm in a man's arms?!'

  Oriana almost jolted upright, frightened with the memories of last night rushing back to her mind. 

'Don't tell me—'