Interrupted

Fortunately, Alexander did not.

"Close your eyes and sleep," he ordered, his long, cold fingers intertwining with hers.

His deep voice rumbled in her ear, but his actions were surprisingly gentle, causing her tense body to relax slightly. She had been bracing herself for him to go further, but instead, he stopped. And the way they were lying there, entwined like this... it almost felt like they were a couple in love.

Her head rested against his chest, their fingers interlaced, her body pressed against his solid frame, surrounded by the scent of his masculine presence.

His body was cold, likely from the shower, but holding her like this, he felt warm.

Phoebe bit her lip, her long lashes fluttering. Her body still trembled slightly, but it felt like her heart was starting to thaw, little by little.

Why was this happening?

This strange, unfamiliar feeling...

Was it just an illusion?

How could she possibly think this cruel man was being gentle?

She must have been frightened into thinking