Midnight opened her eyes and her breath caught in her throat. Junayd was lying beside her. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply. His strong fingers were wrapped around hers.
He’s beautiful, she thought in wonder.
He’s beautiful,She lifted her hand, wanting to caress his face. Instead, she ever-so-gently, untangled her fingers from his, gritted her teeth against the pain she knew was coming, and carefully rolled off the bed. Years of practice had her landing on her socked feet on the floor without making a sound or moving the mattress.
She quickly placed her pillow close to him so that her warmth wouldn’t be missed. A quick scan of the room told her she was in the recovery room at Colours. Her eyes flashed over the toes of her boots sticking out from under the bed. She ginger
