Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, hardly able to believe it. Was she dreaming?
Tonight, Quentin Tyler had just let her be. She had prepared a slew of excuses to refuse or beg him.
She sat there, not lying down right away. She wasn't used to sleeping in such a comfortable bed. Was he actually caring for her? For the first time in her life, she had met someone who would care for her.
She gently turned off the bedroom light. She didn't know how long she sat there, but when she thought he was sound asleep, she pulled the blanket down from his head and covered him properly.
But he was too tall, and the blanket couldn't cover his feet. His legs were curled up on the sofa, unable to stretch out. It was really unfair to make him sleep on the sofa.
Jennifer carefully moved his leg
