Jane Sampson, with reddened eyes and a hooked smile at the corner of her lip, smiled within James Black's arms. That smile hurt her own heart and despite herself, tears involuntarily fell along with it.
Because her body was really exhausted, a few minutes later, Jane finally fell into a deep sleep in James Black's arms.
Her breathing gradually became stable before James released the small head buried in the quilt; he didn't quite understand this sleeping habit of Jane's.
So covered up, wasn't she afraid of suffocating herself?
This sleep was extremely comfortable for Jane; when she opened her eyes, it was almost twelve o'clock.
James was indeed lying next to her, his hand still resting on her waist.
"Did you not sleep? Or did you wake up earlier than me?" Jane asked curiously before throwing back the quilt and sitting up.
Waking up from this sleep made her feel rejuvenated, more comfortable than when she had first woken up just past eight o'clock.
