Lorraine Hughes slept well throughout the night and woke up in Nathan Bolton's arms. His large hand was tightly wrapped around her waist, showing no intention of letting go. Even while asleep, he couldn't forget to be domineering.
Realizing she couldn't break free, Lorraine gave up.
Her gaze fell on Nathan's face, his skin a shade paler than most. His deep eyes were hidden, revealing only his dense lashes and high nose bridge.
With her fingertips, she lightly tapped his nose.
He looked quite well-behaved.
Lorraine shifted upward, secretly moving closer, wanting to steal a kiss.
So she acted on her impulse.
Little by little, she inched closer, her lips almost touching his when she noticed his lashes flickering.
The next second, his deep eyes came into view.
It was like a sleeping prince waking up, with a touch of grogginess.
Unexpectedly, their eyes met.
Lorraine's body reacted faster than her mind, and she shrank back.
But her waist was gripped again, pulling her back.
