The car was moving slowly and steadily. Freya felt her eyelids getting heavier, and her head kept tilting in Bradley's direction, both possible signs of exhaustion from the night before.
With closed eyes, Bradley, who hadn't slept all night and was feeling fatigued, felt a small head leaning against his shoulder.
As Bradley turned his head, he felt his thin lips brush against her eyebrow, causing him a sensation like a surge of electric current to course through him. It was at that moment that his long-suppressed heart began to crack.
The sight of the sleeping girl was mesmerizingly beautiful. Her fluttering eyelashes resembled butterflies, and her slightly parted red lips moved in sync with her steady breath, releasing a sweet fragrance that intoxicated Bradley's senses.
Bradley stare
