Mabel Doyle gazed blankly, her expression nearly mesmerized.
She felt her heartbeat almost stopping, her breathing pausing, as her hands slowly reached up to grab the man's shirt collar.
"It's late, get some rest..." Bryan White buttoned up her clothes completely, smoothed her hair down resting beside her cheeks, and finally gently caught her hand, holding her small hand tightly in his palm.
He looked at her deeply, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, disappearing as quickly as it appeared, perfectly concealed.
After a moment, he curled his lips, his smile charming and gentle, his fingers slowly loosening their grip on her hand.
"Good night." The man spoke softly, then released her hand.
Mabel was stunned, instinctively grabbing his arm, hugging his waist just as he stood up.
