Owen Moreland's gaze traveled from her graceful figure to her face, calm and profound, but it was this very calmness that inexplicably quickened Amelia Clarke's heartbeat. Her eyes drifted around before suddenly landing on the men's suitcase standing next to the sofa. She recalled that it was nearly midnight when she fell asleep, which meant he must have arrived here in the early morning hours.
Bitting her lip, she moved to the other side of the bed, got under the covers, and said, "It's late, let's sleep."
She tried to sleep as close to the edge as possible, with her back to Owen Moreland.
She could feel the man behind her keeping his gaze on her, complex and intense. After a long time, the man behind her finally turned off the light. The bed shook, and then, a masculine body, tall and broad, came up and easily enveloped her slender frame completely in his arms.
Amelia Clarke instinctively struggled a little.