My eyes pop open and I see those magnetic blue eyes looking deep into mine.
"You should get changed and get under the covers. We don’t want you getting sick," he whispers as his fingers still gently caress the side of my face.
I can’t move as I stared into his eyes.
My hand seemed to move on its own as my finger grazed the scar near his temple, shooting more sparks through me. My breath hitches at the same time his does when my fingers makes contact.
I look at him in surprise, and his gentle smile changes into the smile of a man who just won the lottery. Why?
He takes my hand and kisses it, then slowly helps me up.
"Both of your clothes are in the walk-in closet over here," he says, pausing and taking a deep breath. "You should know before you look at hers… There isn’t much there, an
