The golden rays of the morning sun penetrated through the slightly open windows falling on Elena's beautiful face. She was sleeping peacefully, her lips slightly pouted.
Apart from the sun, Gabriel Sinclair was seated on the edge of the bed, his eyes dreamingly staring at the sleeping beauty lying on the bed. His hands rested on his cheeks, his unblinking eyes drinking in the rare morning scene.
Her lips looked dry and the idea of making them moist crossed his mind several times. Still, she had barred him from it. Otherwise, the last straw of self restraint would have fleed ages ago. Truly, she deserved to be honored for being the best executioner.
