Harry Lane gently placed Ruby Sutton on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and stood there quietly looking at her beautiful face.
However, her cheeks were still stained with tears. Harry went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water and grabbed the only towel hanging there; it undoubtedly belonged to her.
Harry carefully used the towel to wipe Ruby’s face. She looked even more radiant once the tear stains were gone. He found himself so captivated that he stood there, watching her for a full minute, before he could force his hand to continue.
Harry looked at the sleeping Ruby. He reached out and brushed her shoulder, noting how firm and athletic her skin felt.
After that, Harry looked at her, his mind a battlefield of conflict: Should I? Or shouldn't I?
After a half-second of int
