Serena jolted up, pressing her hand to the back of her neck. She groaned, blinking slowly, her body stiff from having slept bent over a desk. Her eyes scanned the familiar walls of the library, then drifted to the opposite side of the table. That shock of red hair came into focus, and her breath hitched slightly.
Darius was asleep, his head resting on his arm, the morning light turning his usually fiery hair into a softer bronze. Her gaze dropped to their hands, hers was tucked between his, his larger fingers loosely curled around hers. She swallowed and slowly, gently, slipped her hand free so as not to wake him.
