Chapter Sixteen
Sunlight crept in past the mini-blinds at the window, catching Jordan at exactly the wrong angle as she sat up in bed, then blinked. She put up a hand to block the tiny, offending rays, then glanced down at Hasan as he slept beside her. His eyes were shut, showing how thick and dark his eyelashes were as they lay against his cheeks, and his dark hair was scattered across the pillow.
She wanted to run her fingers through that hair, wanted to bend down and kiss him awake. He needed his sleep, though. Better to slip out of bed and go barefoot down to the kitchen. Maybe the scent of coffee drifting up the stairs would wake him gently, but if not, she would rouse him once she had breakfast going.
Which wouldn’t be much. Yes, there was coffee in the pantry — she opened the con
