9- In His Arms (Book 3)

Sophia pov:

I was tossing and turning in my bed. For getting up early morning, I skipped my sleeping pill but now this light throbbing pain in my jaw was not letting me sleep.

“Sophie?” I saw Rowan leaning against the door frame wearing boxers.

Only in boxers.

“Yes, Rowan?” I sat up and started pulling my hair in a bun, “how can I help you?” I asked like a professional receptionist making him chuckle.

“I wish you could help me…” I heard him muttering and my hands paused in my hair.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Why are you not asleep yet?” he came inside and instead of walking to the edge of the bed, he went to the other side and fell on his face beside me.

“Nothing. There is this slight pain here,” the moment the words were out of my mouth, he was at once sitting up with a frown.

“Show me,” he came closer walking on his knees. I quickly fixed the neckline of my sleeping dress and pulled the quilt to my neck. Also, I tried my best to ignore those powerful thighs …

Hell!

“Did you take