Trents P.O.V
She quaked in my arms, sleep taking over, so strung out that she couldn't fight it any more.
Or fight me.
I laid her on top of the sheets, her head fitfully strewn to the left, hair fanning around around her head like some kind of halo. Her shoes hung off her toes, so I eased them to the floor, pausing momentarily to admire the arch of her feet, the pressure of them still ripe in my memory. My breath caught in my throat, so far staving off analysing my feelings for this unexpected addition in my life.
I loved what I did, the leaps I'd taken and the achievement I felt hearing one of my businesses applauded, labelled as the best money could buy. There was nothing that came close to the highs of the corporate world.
But no challenge had ever been as appealing as pursui
