Tonight's events had been more than she'd expected. Lianne Lianne had been on an emotional rollercoaster, and now she was too exhausted to think.
She groggily opened her eyes, saw a familiar figure, and immediately closed them again.
Though she couldn't clearly make out who it was, her instincts told her he was familiar, safe.
Seth Sinclair knelt on one knee, cupping Lianne's face in his hand and watching her for a moment. Once he was sure she wasn't pretending to be asleep, he leaned down, scooped one arm under her waist and the other beneath her knees, and gently lifted her into his embrace.
Lianne nestled against Seth Sinclair's chest, her hands unconsciously wrapping around his neck. Her cheek seemed to itch, and she rubbed it against his shoulder.
Seth Sinclair carried her into the bedroom. Noticing her movement, he glanced down.
The sight of Lianne's peaceful sleeping face made the corners of his lips curve upward.
