Tara Summer buried her head in his sturdy chest, listening to the man's strong heartbeat, feeling very warm.
Liam Yancey's hand stroked her slender back as if to comfort her. After a while, Tara began to feel drowsy and gradually drifted into a dream.
The man continued to stroke her, but when he heard her soft snoring, Liam Yancey stopped his hand.
He lowered his head, only vaguely seeing the woman's silhouette in the dark. Nevertheless, he kept staring at it.
After a long, long time, Liam Yancey turned on the bedside lamp. The lamp gave off a very soft, crescent white light that made the woman's pretty little face look even more fair and transparent.
Tara's face was no longer as pale as paper and already had a hint of color. He pushed away the hair on her forehead, to expose her entire face, wanting to look at her more carefully.
This face, perhaps he would never see it again, never come across it again, so he wanted to etch it deeply into his memory.
