The next morning, Annabelle woke up feeling sore all over. It was a struggle just to move her fingers, and her legs felt like jelly. This was partly due to falling into the water last night and, of course, partly due to the person responsible for it.
She opened her eyes, turned her head, and shot a glare at the man lying next to her. But when she looked at him, her irritation softened. He’d seemed genuinely concerned last night, hadn’t he?
She remembered the complicated look in his eyes when he carried her back to the room. He seemed both frustrated and self-blaming for not saving her in time. He always treated her like she was a child, constantly looking after her.
Annabelle bit her lip, reaching out to gently touch his eyebrow bone. She had to admit—this guy was handsome, really hand
