He walked slowly around the desk to where she was curled up in his chair. The sight stopped him in his tracks. She looked so small there, folded in on herself, her cheek flushed and pressed against the armrest, her knees tucked up. Her breathing was soft and steady, her long lashes brushing her skin as she slept.
Something pulled at his chest as he bent down on one knee before her. He wanted to see her face more clearly, to memorize every line and detail. The perfect shape of her lips, soft and almost pouty, the small nose, the delicate features that looked so innocent yet stirred something wild in him. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he even realized it.
She did something to him. Something no one else had ever done.
And as he looked at her in the tiniest bum short pant
