Alpha Doyle
I woke sometime in the early hours of the morning with one very inconvenient problem.
I was wide awake, uncomfortable, and painfully aware that my body had other ideas about going back to sleep.
I turned my head and looked at Lena.
She was completely oblivious to my predicament, curled up beside me with her hair spread across the pillow, her breathing slow and peaceful. She looked so damn beautiful that I couldn’t resist reaching over and brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
“Hey, love,” I whispered.
Nothing.
I leaned closer.
“Lena…”
Still nothing.
“Baby…”
She groaned and rolled away from me, dragging the blankets over her head.
I couldn’t help but smile.
“Damn, you’re a heavy sleeper.”
I pressed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose, earning myself another
