An hour later, Grey Bradford opened his eyes. Perhaps he’d been dreaming all along, he thought to himself, forcing his eyes to open and expecting to find himself alone in bed. Shifting his gaze to the right, he found Lily lying on her side like the goddess of the moon, sleeping naked under the gleam of the soft moonlight.
He caught his breath in his throat as his gaze swept over her angelic face. She was so beautiful even when she was sleeping. Lily could wear a rag, but she would still be lovely in his eyes.
The sight of her nakedness set his whole body ablaze with fire once more. Swallowing hard, his fingers moved to touch her cheeks. He brushed aside the stray hairs that covered her face, gently caressing her soft cheeks with his thumb. Her sleepy eyelids fluttered open in response.
