Freya’s P.O.V
I stared at Cameron’s beautiful face, filling my eyes as if seeing him for the first time. There was a tiny speck of blood on his lips, but that didn’t concern me. It was the shape of his lips that had me mesmerised.
He was breathing hard, as if he had run a marathon and I found myself doing the same, not because I was mimicking him or anything…but because I was overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through my mind.
Surprisingly, we were no longer lying down on the bed. Cameron was sitting up against the headboard and I was on his lap, in the comfort of his arms. He was also no longer a blazing furnace. The numerous air conditioners had also been switched off and I was no longer freezing. I had no idea if I had passed out or not, but my mind felt clear…refreshed.