Once Lorne Noah Jackson was in a deep sleep, Emily Simpson propped herself up, slowly got up, turned off the lamp, and then quietly lay back down next to him, like a kitten, obediently snuggling against him.
Breathing in his scent, she finally fell asleep contentedly…
......
Early the next morning, before dawn, Lorne Noah Jackson got up.
Afraid of waking her, he didn't set an alarm.
After glancing at the time on his wristwatch, Lorne instinctively checked Emily nearby.
She was still sleeping... clinging to his arm, sleeping soundly, as if fearing he might suddenly run away.
He watched her for a long time, then gently stretched out his right hand, which wasn't being held, and brushed her lips...
A handsome smile crossed his face.
Perhaps it was his movement that startled her, for Emily suddenly tightened her grip on his arm...
Then, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Sorry for waking you." Seeing her awake, he felt a bit guilty.
