Justin Battleson had always had excellent eyesight.
Even under dim lighting.
Sophie Allen's brown hair lay against her right cheek, her left cheek pressed against the sofa cushion. Her attractive lips were slightly pursed as she slept, giving her an adorable appearance.
Justin watched her silently.
By the time he came back to his senses, he didn't know how much time had passed or how long he had been watching.
He retracted his gaze and laid back down.
"Cold…"
Suddenly, a faint whisper was heard.
If the room were not quiet enough, such a feeble voice would be easily overlooked.
Justin frowned and sat upright.
His gaze shifted again to the not-too-distant couch.
Sophie Allen's pretty eyebrows were knitted together, and her arms were wrapped around herself tightly.
Under her nightdress, a pair of white, straight legs curled up in front of her, subtly seductive.
However, she looked pitifully like a vulnerable, abandoned kitten.
