He gripped her hand tightly, "Let's go home."
Just a brief four words, not even carrying any emotion.
Yet Sofia Hamilton felt a warmth in her heart, her eyes filling with tears.
Had her tear point become lower lately? Why did she feel like crying so easily?
Ryan Gregory started the car engine and sped towards the villa. Sofia sat quietly on one side, not sure if it was because of the pain or the exhaustion, but she leaned against the car window and fell asleep.
It's always good to sleep; it makes you forget the stomach pain.
When she woke up groggily, she thought she saw him sleeping beside her.
He was lying on his side, his long, narrow eyes closed, and his chiseled features exuding a man's ruggedness.
Everything felt a bit surreal.
She thought she was dreaming…
Sofia reached out to touch him.
Her hand, resting on his face.
That real touch stirred excitement in Sofia's heart, helping some clarity to return to her consciousness.
