Her eyelids felt so heavy, impossibly heavy. She tried with all her might but still couldn't force them open.
Yet, the scent of Kingsly Scott's masculine cologne filled her nostrils...
She longed to see him, yearned for it...
Her long lashes fluttered slightly before slowly parting.
At first, her vision was blurred, and she saw only a white expanse. Gradually, the sharp contours of a man's face came into focus.
Then—suddenly—she bolted upright in bed, disbelief washing over her at the sight of that familiar face.
The broad forehead, the high nose bridge, the thin lips, and the chiseled jawline...
These perfect features formed the handsome face she had been dreaming of.
She stared blankly at his gentle face, almost unable to believe it, and rubbed her eyes vigorously.
