Charles's POV
My breath hitched as Sandy shifted in my arms, her sleepy eyes meeting mine with that soft, vulnerable look that always undid me completely.
Those eyes. They pulled me under every single time, drowning me in their warmth until my chest felt like it might crack open. This feeling coursing through me was raw and consuming. Love. Real, desperate love that I never believed I was capable of experiencing.
I lowered my head until our faces were barely apart, my lips hovering over hers. Every nerve ending screamed at me to take what I wanted, but I forced myself to hold back. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I exhaled shakily, pressing my forehead against hers instead.
She was so warm, so perfectly real in my arms. The self-control I prided myself on was crumbling, the boundary between restraint and surrender dissolving completely.
