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...