He was tired of lying to himself as he stared at the woman sleeping on the sofa. He had never met a more stubborn woman than her. He guessed, somehow, that added to her appeal.
Nevertheless, despite her uncomfortable position, he could not deny she still looked exquisite, even with her messy hair and lack of makeup.
Although she barely put much coloring on her face, anyway, as he had noticed with the last three days that they had lived together.
"How could you look so innocent when we both know you are not?" He questioned, still believing he was right about her.
"Ohm!" A short, barely audible sound escaped her lips, making him wonder if she was waking up or just having a dream.
He watched her gradually move, which forced him to back out a little, giving her space. Then, she stretched her body on the long couch before settling back into her side. Now, she was facing him this time.
