Even though she slept very late, when the alarm rang from the phone in her backpack on the carpet, Sophie Foster jolted awake.
Glancing around at the unfamiliar setting, she was momentarily bewildered. Feeling the arm wrapped around her waist, she suddenly recalled what was going on. She gently lifted the arm hugging her, turned over, and propped her head up to look at the man fast asleep, a natural smile tugging at her lips.
The handsome man looked great, even asleep he was so pleasing to the eye.
His brows were like swords, not particularly thick, and his brow bone was very high, giving a very defined and deep appearance.
His eyelashes weren't especially long, but they were dense, casting a noticeable shadow under his eyes.
His nose was prominent, they'd say that a man's nose—well, that area would be big too...
Though she hadn't dared to look, the handsome man's must be quite large, because... she had a tough time handling it.
