She looks like an angel while she sleeps. The thought hit him for the second time.
Itzal shouldn't be watching her like this, especially not while she slept without knowing he was in the room, but he could hardly help it. Amelia lay on her side on his old bed, her wavy brown hair covering part of her face. She held her injured arm as if to protect it even in her sleep. And her lips were slightly parted. She had beautiful, full, rosy lips.
And Itzal needed to stop watching her like some kind of stalker.
He knocked on the bedroom door as if he'd just arrived and hadn't been standing there for nearly five minutes.
"Dinner time," he said as soon as she opened her eyes and sat up. Itzal would have laughed at her reaction if he hadn't noticed the grimace of pain she made. "Did you get hu
