An hour later, Grey Bradford opened his eyes.
Perhaps he’d been dreaming all along. He thought to himself, forcing his eyes to open, and expecting to find himself alone in the bed. Shifting his gaze on his right, he found Lily lying to her side like the Goddess of the moon sleeping naked under the gleam of the soft moonlight.
He caught his breath in his throat as his gaze swept her angelic face. She was so beautiful even when she’s sleeping. Lily could wear a rag, but she would still be lovely in his eyes.
The sight of her nakedness set his whole body ablaze with fire once more.
Swallowing hard, his fingers moved to touch her cheeks. Then he brushed aside the stray hairs that covered her face. He gently caressed her soft cheeks with his thumb, her sleepy eyelids fluttered open in response.
“Grey?” she murmured. The sound of her sleepy voice sounded like music to his ears.
“Did I wake you up?” He still asked, although he knew he did.