Adam POV
I had been holding onto a thread of restraint so thin it was a miracle it hadn't snapped sooner. I was in a shallow, settling sleep when I felt her shift against me, the velvet weight of her body pressing into my side. Then came her touch—soft, tentative fingers tracing the line of my jaw. I fought to keep my breathing even, to stay in the void of discipline, but when I finally opened my eyes and saw her looking up at me, I was undone. Her big brown eyes were full of a devastating mixture of trust, innocence, and a raw, unmistakable need that bypassed all my tactical programming.
Then, she kissed me. Her lips were impossibly soft, warm, and sweet—a sensory overload that shattered the last shred of my control. When she pulled back, gasping out an apology, I couldn't find the wor
