When I entered the house, I found her asleep on the couch in the living room. A wave of guilt washed over me—she must have fallen asleep waiting for me.
I sat beside her, watching her peaceful expression. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at her. She looked so beautiful. I reached out, brushing a few strands of hair from her face and tucking them behind her ear.
I didn’t mean to wake her, but her eyes fluttered open, locking with mine. I jumped to my feet, taking a few steps back.
For a brief moment, I had forgotten how dangerous I could be to her.
“You’re back,” she whispered, sitting up and hugging her knees to her chest.
“Yes, I just got in,” I answered, avoiding her gaze.
“I waited for you. I even made dinner. Are you hungry?” Her voice was calm, almost emotionless. She didn’t
