Anna’s eyes blinked open. The morning sun hit the bed, blinding her for a second. Her heart skipped—how long had she been out? She heard a low, rough groan beside her.
She turned her head. Anthony looked different when he was asleep—softer, almost peaceful. A small smile pulled at her lips. She wanted to reach out and trace the line of his jaw, but she hesitated. Up close, he was devastatingly handsome.
Her finger moved toward his bottom lip, trembling slightly. Just as she was an inch away, his eyes snapped open. Her hand froze.
“What are you doing?” he rasped. His voice was deep and heavy with sleep.
“Nothing,” she whispered, jerking her hand back. She scrambled out of bed, clutching the sheet against her chest to hide her skin. “I… I should leave.”
“Don’t.” Anthony sat up slowly, h
