Monica stuttered, strong light hitting her lids. She frowned and blinked open her eyes. She squinted. There was a huge figure in front of her, but it still couldn't hide the rays of the sun from her. They hadn't pulled the curtain. Well, whatever.

Her eyes turned to the sleeping man in front of her. He was facing her, absolutely naked, the sheet hiding only the part from his v-line down. Her breath hitched. Adam was perfect in every possible sense. His muscles, his tattoos and scars over them, his broad shoulders and strong jaw. For a long moment, she got lost into him and his handsome face. His eyelashes...