Her door is locked when I arrive; I go for the spare key I kept in my study.
I let myself admire her from the door.
She looked impossibly small, curled beneath the covers, her hair splayed over her pillow, her glasses slightly slipping down the bridge of her nose, lips parted in sleep, the soft rise and fall of her chest.
She's mesmerizing.
My pulse surges simply from being near her.
I locked the door and approached her side, and without a second thought, I got into her bed. The mattress dips under my weight as I lower myself beside her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body.
My fingers itched to reach out, and I finally did, brushing the stray locks of hair from her face, my thumb trailing along the delicate curve of her cheek.
She shivers slightly, and my chest t
