Gilbert was entranced by the sight of the woman sleeping in his bed. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back, and her curves were perfectly accentuated by his white shirt. He couldn't resist the urge to run his hands over her body and feel her soft skin against his fingertips.
Despite the exhaustion that showed on her face, he found her even more alluring. The way her chest rose and fell with every breath made him ache with desire. But he frowned, looking at his belongings sad and humiliated was making him furious.
He leaned down, trailing his fingers along her collarbone and down her chest, reveling in the feel of her soft skin. Suddenly the woman woke up, her eyelashes fluttering.
"What are you doing Gilbert, don't be too close to me, you reek of cigar," she said, but her eyes betrayed her words, filled with desire for him.
