'She really is the type to respond to a soft approach, but not a hard one.'
Seeing that Phoebe Faulkner was sound asleep, Jace Lennox didn't wake her. He went into the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he found her sprawled out, monopolizing the entire bed.
Jace Lennox knew Phoebe Faulkner's sleeping habits all too well. Once she was asleep, she would wrap herself around him like an octopus.
He was no Abel; he couldn't control his own urges.
Unfortunately, their current situation wasn't suitable for that sort of thing.
Jace Lennox walked to the bedside and moved Phoebe Faulkner's limbs back onto the bed. He pulled the blanket over her, then left and settled into the guest room for the night.
Phoebe Faulkner didn't know Jace Lennox had come back.
When she woke up the next day, she was still the only one in bed.
She scratched her hair, sat up in bed, and stared at the empty room, remaining silent for a good while.
Finally, she got out of bed and left the room.
