The next morning, Molly Wellington's perfect biological clock woke her right on time.
The three days of vacation were already over, and today was the day to go back to the company.
When Molly Wellington opened her eyes, her bare back was still resting in the man's strong, powerful embrace.
Abraham Redington seemed to really like holding her to sleep from behind like this; his arms always wrapped around her tightly, his thin lips would kiss her hairline and the shell of her ear, and sometimes he would talk to her. Just hearing his low, magnetic voice brushing past her ear was enough to set her whole heart trembling.
In this moment, even though Molly Wellington was awake, she didn't take the initiative to break this rare, quiet warmth.
Scenes like this, with one day that passes, there's one day less. She wanted to remember all of it, to brand it deep in the river of time.
