She slept lightly, the white nightgown with lotus leaf edges making her look even more pale and thin.
Her slender arms lay folded on the fluffy blanket, and her long eyelashes curled with a thick arc.
A pair of wolfish eyes stared intently at her sleeping face, although she was wearing makeup, it could not hide how thin she had become!
Wayne Bailey stood at the edge of the sofa, as still as a statue.
He suppressed his longing to see her, knowing dawn was approaching, yet inside, it felt like his drug addiction was flaring up, with a myriad of little insects racing through his bloodstream.
He told himself that this was the last time...
He would never come again.
As daylight grew closer, his deep gaze shifted, ready to leave.
Anna Jadwin turned over, and the fluffy blanket slipped halfway off and fell under the sofa.
The nightgown wrinkled slightly, and the curl of her legs revealed the multitude of scrapes on her knees!
Both her knees were injured severely...
