Everly
I blink, feeling the sun's rays like spikes through my eyelids. As I sit up from the comfortable bed, memories of the night before assailing me. Bile gathers in my throat, nearly choking me when I recall Dr. Nassir shooting Franco. However, my brow furrows when I realize I should be lying dead on the Basilica’s sidewalk from my fall.
Heart pounding wildly in my chest, I gaze around the room and nearly choke when I see the most beautiful man sprawled in a chair near the bed. His eyes are closed, and his chiseled chest rises and falls steadily. I rise from the bed and look down at him. I’m sure I look like a weirdo ogling this gorgeous creature, but I can’t get my eyes to stop staring. His skin is the color of rich almond, his brows are perfectly arched, his lashes are long, resting
