Adrian's POV
The Bentley purred to a stop in front of my mansion, its engine ticking softly as it cooled. I glanced sideways at Seraphina, who was curled against the passenger window like an exhausted kitten, her breath fogging the glass in tiny puffs.
"Get up. We've reached home," I said, giving her shoulder a light poke.
Nothing. She didn't even stir.
I tried again, this time with more force. "Seraphina. Wake up."
She might as well have been in a coma. The woman was sleeping like she'd been awake for a decade straight. What was she? Sleeping beauty?
Did I need to kiss her awake like some fairy tale bullshit?
My eyes drifted to her mouth. Those lips were slightly parted, looking so delicious that for a split second, I leaned closer—
Oh, you dirty hooligan, Blake snorted in my mind. Just admit you want her.
