A soft, contented sigh escaped Suzy's lips as she burrowed deeper into her pillow, chasing the last traces of a pleasant dream. She yawned, stretching languidly beneath the warm duvet. But something was different this morning. The pillow… it smelled distinctly, wonderfully, of Ryan. Of his familiar scent of sandalwood, old books, and the faint, crisp aroma of the outdoors.
"Am I missing him that much that I smell him every now and then?" she mumbled into the plush fabric, her eyes still closed. It had been weeks since she'd last seen him properly, his duties for the King keeping him at the palace, or so she'd been told. She snuggled further, inhaling deeply, a comforting warmth spreading through her. This pillow was remarkably… solid. And warm.
Then, a soft moan, not her own, vibrated through the "pillow" and into her ear.
Her eyes snapped open.
Someone was in her bed.
