Chapter 161

• Cedric stirred awake for the second time that day to a sight he still couldn't bring himself to believe. As soon as his gaze fell on Marisol, he couldn't, for the life of him, tear his gaze away from her sleeping form. She looked so serene in her slumber, so beautiful, ethereal even.
• Unconsciously, a content smile brightened his features. He'd worn her out to exhaustion. That warmed his heart. A chuckle threatened to escape his lips at his own silly thoughts, but he'd be damned if he selfishly disturbed her sleep.
• He tentatively lifted a finger to lightly trace the slope of her nose, then the outline of her kiss-swollen lips. How on earth had he bagged Marisol?