“Stay…stay with me.” His whisper echoed, laced with exhaustion.
Kate turned back at the strong grip on her hand. His eyes were still closed. Was he sleep talking?
She tried to carefully pry herself from his grip but he pulled her to the mattress and she landed on top of him.
Her heart hammered wildly against the wall of her chest.
She glanced at the man in front of her. He was asleep, peaceful. His facial features up close were even more breathtaking. Sharp jawline with all clean angles, dark full brows and well defined cheekbones. A stray strand of hair rested on his eye lid and Kate reached to brush it away.
What is she thinking? Kate get a grip of yourself.
She tried to wriggled herself free but it was futile. His hands circled her waist like a steel band trapping her. Oh well
