Evander slowly withdrew his hand, replacing it with a pillow beneath Hazel’s head. She had fallen into a deep sleep beside him last night, exhausted after saving Catherine from a paparazzi chase that had turned into a stalking incident. It seemed trouble always found a way to follow the girl.
"Where are you going?" Hazel groaned, her voice hoarse, without opening her eyes.
Evander smiled and stroked her head gently. The gesture brought a faint smile to her lips, her eyes still closed.
"Go back to sleep. It's still too early," Evander whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
Hazel murmured a reply and drifted back to sleep. Evander quietly rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. A moment later, the soft patter of water echoed against the marble floor.
After his shower, Evand
