30 minutes later, Gavin dragged his exhausted body back into the master bedroom.
He switched on the warm wall sconce and immediately saw Layla asleep on the bed.
Strangely, his exhaustion seemed to vanish.
He crept to her side and brushed his palm over her smooth forehead.
Below it were her small, straight nose, dark eyes veiled by sleep, and tempting lips.
His fingers lingered over her mouth. Then he bent down, about to kiss her.
Layla suddenly frowned and rolled away.
Gavin lowered his head and sniffed his clothes, then chuckled under his breath. "Even asleep, you can't stand the alcohol on me."
30 seconds later, water began rushing in the bathroom. Layla opened her eyes, and a tear slid from the corner of one eye.
She had once loved Gavin's tenderness more than anything—now she
