When she woke up, her eyelids felt heavy as if she’d been sleeping all day. She lifted herself to a sitting position and groaned with the effort because her back was sore.
“You’re awake,” a man whispered.
She turned to her right and saw a deliciously handsome man sitting on the chair beside her bed. He was staring at her as if she was an angel descending from heaven.
He was dressed in a sky-blue polo shirt and blue jeans. His black wavy hair was badly in need of a trim and his hazel eyes glowed with awe.
“What are you doing here?” She asked him.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” he replied in a deep baritone voice.
He reached for her hand, but she shrank away from him. What a creep! It wasn’t enough that he’d sat there and watched her sleep, now he wanted to touch her too.
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