Lesley’s POV
Cedrick continued to rock me back and forth until I stopped crying. And even after that, he continued to hold me, keeping me close to his chest. I didn’t mind. I felt exhausted. I might as well have run a marathon. Listening to his steady heartbeat was like listening to a long-forgotten lullaby. So peaceful and calm…
I started to doze off. My head lilted a bit--- and straight into a huge wet spot on his shirt. I jumped up and realized that I’d been crying tears and snot all over his shirt.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped. But his reaction? Looking at me like I’d just grown an extra head! “I ruined your shirt,” I clarified, disgusted by what I saw.
But he just grinned.
“I’m less worried about my shirt and more worried about you…,” he replied and started to unbutton the thing. For a
