Michael's POV
I remained seated in the chair beside the bed, studying Allyson as consciousness slowly returned to her. She shifted under the covers, releasing a gentle yawn before her eyelids fluttered open.
Christ, she was breathtaking first thing in the morning. Those wild curls fanned across my pillow like silk ribbons. Her eyes, clouded with remnants of sleep, blinked slowly as she rubbed them with delicate fingers. The gesture was pure yet utterly captivating.
Morning light filtering through the drapes bathed her skin in a golden hue.
When her gaze located me, she registered that I had been observing her. A bashful smile crossed her lips as she buried her face behind her hands, then peered at me between her fingers.
"How long have you been sitting there?" Her voice carried that husky morning quality.
"Long enough to enjoy the view."
