Riley stirred slowly, the pain in her body dulled to a manageable ache after several hours of restless sleep and painkillers. Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was Armani.
He was sitting in the chair beside her bed, completely still, staring at her with an intense, unblinking gaze. The room was dimly lit, and the way the shadows fell across his face made him look even more dangerous than usual.
Riley flinched slightly, startled by his presence.
“You’re finally awake,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Have you been watching me sleep?” Riley asked, her voice hoarse and confused as she stared at the man in front of her.
“Yes,” Armani replied without shame. “I wanted to know what you were dreaming about that made you sleep so peacefully.”
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