SARAH
“Do you think she’s going to wake up soon?”
The voice sounds distant. It feels like the person speaking is close to me, but somehow, still faraway.
I shift a little, and just like that, a large warm hand slides around my waist. I sigh into the touch, allowing my body to melt into it.
God, that feels good.
Then, I hear Ronan’s voice closer this time, like he’s right above me.
“She is,” his quiet baritone wraps around me, and I feel it before I see it; his blue orbs dancing around my face.
My eyelids flutter open, and there he is.
Ronan’s gorgeous, handsome face, with his lips curled into the tiniest smile as his fingers rub slow, sleepy circles into my back.
“Good morning,” I mumble, stretching out with a dramatic groan.
Did they sleep here all night? I can’t remember
