Once again, it was as if she had been torn apart and put back together, with pieces missing and others slightly askew.

She sighed then draped the white sheets around her chest, her naked body barely protected.

She turned on her side, propping her head on one hand, as she studied Sebastian’s handsome face in his sleep; the way the morning light kissed his cheekbones and highlighted the stubble on his jaw, his dark hair falling over his forehead, and the way his lips slightly parted.

“His lashes are longer than most ladies,” she whispered to herself, stifling a giggle. “And that nose? It’s so cute! How is it even...