When he was asleep, all his sharp edges seemed to melt away. That intimidating, dangerous aura was gone.
Instead, he looked… beautiful.
Like an angel.
It was hard not to stare, hard not to feel drawn in. But his brows were slightly pinched together, giving him this weirdly vulnerable look.
Vulnerable? Rachel almost laughed at the thought. Right.
Just as she tried to finally slip the rest of the way out of his embrace, his hand moved. Instinctively, his fingers closed around hers, wrapping tightly around the four fingers of her right hand.
Rachel froze.
She tried to gently pull her hand free, but his grip only tightened. It was like he was clinging to something precious in his sleep, refusing to let go.
She was totally stuck. She struggled for a bit, but it was useless.
Was she seriously going to have to spend the whole night in bed with him? She tried a few more times, but his hand didn't budge.
