When her eyelashes fluttered open the next day, Alix felt blinded. Not because of the morning sun's light blazing like a siren but the sight of an extremely handsome face was up too close to her view. She then happened to realize that she was facing him and was completely snuggled up in his arms.
When did I turn over to this side? Wait a minute. Did he see something he wasn't supposed to?
By that she meant her weak tears which she blamed on invisible dust in the air that didn't exist.
But that question was for later. For now, she stared at his sleeping face, which was way too handsome and glowing for anybody's good.
Beauty, wealth and family - he's got everything. Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't hate him.
She thought about last night. She was pretty sure that he would try to talk to her last night but he had the presence of mind to refrain from doing so, which she highly appreciated. On top of that, his embrace was way too comfortable.
Were all men's hugs so warm?
