Jane POV
When I opened my eyes again, sunlight poured into the luxury bed chamber where I laid. I had been dreaming of running in the wild. Not from fear or from being chased, but for the sheer pleasure of it. The feeling of joyous excitement lingered as I came fully awake. I realized that I felt much better than last night.
Jake sat sprawled on the one-seater sofa, his face resting on one palm and his eyes shut. He no longer wore a t-shirt. Just a singlet and shorts. His serene, rugged face reminded me of a modern painting of Saint Michael the Archangel. A warrior prince.
The corner of his lips curved in a slight smile. He was dreaming of happy things. I could tell.
I let myself drink in the sight of him. How I wanted so much to touch him. To run my fingers over the lines of those ta
