Chapter Twenty-Nine
Paisley
Russell was still sound asleep when I slipped quietly out of bed before the sun came up. Oh, my God, it was difficult to force myself to get out of that bed. I was toasty warm and had my knee curled over one of his thighs with my palm on his chest. I could feel his heart beating under my touch, and his breathing came in the slow, even rhythm of sleep. I took a moment to soak in the shadowy lines of his face and let my hand trail over his abdomen as I drew away.
Though I risked waking him up, I was feeling greedy and already bereft at my decision. I was in waaaay too deep. I didn't know what Russell wanted, but I wasn't ready to figure it out for myself. With my worry about my brother heavy in my heart, I knew I needed to go back to Washington and straighten t
