Amelia's pov
Walking back inside, I found him sound asleep. A soft smile tugged at my lips as I stepped closer to his side.
He looked completely exhausted, with faint dark circles under his eyes and messy, tousled hair. Even with the strain of tiredness etched on his face, he was undeniably handsome, just my type I could admit to myself that I liked him, but love? I still didn't know.
Slowly, my fingers brushed against his cheek, tracing the line of his long eyelashes. My gaze drifted down to his pink lips, looking incredibly soft and kissable. Before I knew it, desire took over and I leaned in. Just an inch away, reality snapped back. I blinked, shook my head, and slapped myself for the sudden impulse.
"What am I doing? I can't take advantage of a sleeping man," I muttered stepping
