The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, and Eliza couldn't tear her eyes away from Vaughn.
He lay there, he was asleep, the quiet rhythm of his breath filling the otherwise still room.
The silvery light poured in through the windows, casting shadows on his sharp features, making his lashes look darker, more defined.
She found herself mesmerized by the way they curled slightly, framing his closed eyes like delicate brushstrokes.
His lips, parted just enough to show a trace of vulnerability, were full, alluring in a way that made her chest tighten with an emotions.
What was she doing?
What was she thinking?
This wasn't the time. Her heart pounded, her mind swirled with the consequences of what she was considering..
She shifted slightly, trying to reposition herself, moving just enough so she could see if Vaughn would wake.
His breath remained steady, unbroken, and he didn't stir.
