When Eleanor awoke again, she found herself in bed, dressed in pajamas, feeling clean and refreshed. She knew it must have been Asher who carried her up.
The room was dimly lit. It suggested she had been asleep for quite some time.
Thinking about how she was carried back without waking up, Eleanor frowned, feeling a bit strange.
Asher lay beside her, holding her tightly. His strong arm wrapped around her waist, and his warm breath brushed against her ear, making her feel a bit hot.
The position was exceedingly intimate. Their bodies pressed tightly together. Eleanor tried to wriggle free, but as soon as she moved, Asher woke up, slowly opening his eyes.
He had just awakened, and his eyes, which were deep and entrancing, seemed to have a gentle, bewitching mist hovering over them.
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