Grace awoke to the strange sound of another person breathing next to her. She had not prepared for this, and it wasn't part of her routine, so for a little while, panic flew in her chest. Max's hands in her hair, his hushed assurances, and the way he had held her while they conversed till almost three in the morning were all recalled by her.
It had seemed more intimate than anything Grace had felt in years, even though they had only kissed and held each other.
With one arm thrown across her waist and his face relaxed in the dawn light coming through the curtains, Max was still asleep.
Grace spent a moment looking at him…….the dark lashes on his cheeks, the tiny stubble along his jawline, and the way his hair poured across his forehead.
This was true, she thought. This is really happen
