Russell's POV
About an hour later, I pressed down on the door handle, and the door slowly opened. I wheeled myself back into the bedroom and closed the door.
A bedside lamp was left on, casting a soft glow. I approached the bed and looked at the slight bulge under the blanket.
Zoey's long, black hair was spread out like a waterfall over the white pillow, her small, delicate face with features as fine as a painting. Her long eyelashes, like crow feathers, cast a fan-shaped shadow on her eyelids, and her lips were slightly pouted from the pressure, looking peaceful and adorable.
My gaze slid down, noticing Zoey in a pearl white strapless nightgown, with large areas of her snowy skin exposed, her delicate collarbones and the faint cleavage visible, causing my Adam's apple to move involunt
