I was thankful when the beast fell into my hands, sleeping.
His hair, dangerously covering a part of his forehead. Chiseled jaw and a smooth face, which had some beard around his chin. He reminded me of the way an Adonis was described, in one of the books I read back at home.
Home.
I missed home.
I found myself drifting back to reality, and giggling a bit at the way he snored while he slept.
For someone as powerful and good looking, he was a disaster in bed.
What are you doing, Ava?
You should be making your way out instead of admiring him…
“I need to go,”
I whispered, pushing him off my body with all my strength and rolling him over. The girls would soon wake up, and I wouldn’t want any mixed feelings about this.
“Stay.”
His hands suddenly tightened around my hands saying.
“W-what, I have to—”
“Please stay…don’t leave.”