The light of tendrils penetrating through the glass window, which Moreau had forgotten to cover last night, slowly made her frown. She immediately jerked awake, then looked back just to confirm something ....
Her stepfather was on her back and shirtless.
For a moment Moreau was transfixed by Abihirt's sleeping face. How calm, almost perfect. The man's breathing was regular, seemingly still too deep for Moreau to take any wrong action.
She only intended to get up, wanting to pick up the cloth that was scattered carelessly. However, she stopped when her bright blue irises stared at the flat object the man had placed on the nightstand. So close.
Moreau didn't know whether she should act recklessly or let the sudden curiosity go to waste. It seemed that the more she held back, the more it
