It was a familiar, handsome face with deep-set features. His thick, defined brows and thin, sexy lips were tempting enough to make anyone sin.
But seeing that familiar face up close again, all she saw was the peaceful expression he wore, like a deeply sleeping child.
'Yuri Sinclair, I'm sorry.'
She chanted silently in her heart as she wiped his face and hands, her touch tracing over every inch of his skin.
As she touched his body again, a familiar, intimate feeling washed over her, and she realized she still craved him just as much as ever.
After wiping his face, Ashley Bowen was about to go pour out the water, but just as she stood up, the drunk man suddenly grabbed her hand. With a bear hug and a roll, he pinned her beneath him.
The little guy feigning sleep beside them helpfully scooted over to make room. Like a slippery little eel, he rolled himself up in the blanket and shifted to the side.
And just like that, Ashley Bowen ended up trapped between the two of them.
