I wake up to the light stubbornly trying to find its way into the room.
I’m lying on my stomach, my face buried in a wonderful pillow. I only move my head. Looking through my hair, I notice that my hand is clutching Leonard’s arm.
I don’t move.
He’s still sleeping.
I can tell I’m in the middle of the bed, so I must have moved closer to him during the night.
Seriously, Blair!
I admire him as he sleeps. His breathing is calm. Those full lips are slightly parted, the blanket covers only the lower half of his body.
This man is gorgeous.
I know plenty of women at the office who would kill just to be in my place, but here I am, not for the best reasons, unfortunately.
And he kept his promise.
He didn’t touch me.
He stayed on his side of the bed and didn’t try anything.
Not even a tou
