Admitting Feelings

BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle grumbled as she tossed and turned on the large bed, surprised by the absence of a familiar arm all over her.

Even though her eyes were still closed tight, she could vividly recall that the previous night had been a lovely one spent with Lord Darius. And just like every morning, she expected his arms over her, snuggling tight and mumbling sweet words in her ear. But now, there was only silence — no soft whispering voices, no breathy sighs or caresses. There was no warmth, only space.

A little confused, she opened her eyes and took stock of her surroundings. That’s when she noticed him across her, a safe distance away, fast asleep.

What the... She exclaimed internally, scooting nearer as she tried to wrap her arms around him and rest her head on his broad, steady chest.

What was he doing so far away from her? This was the first time she had awoken in this manner, and she honestly didn't know why, but she had a nasty feeling about it.

Had something else happened l