Chapter Sixty Four

He was still there.

I opened my eyes slowly, fighting the heaviness of the sleep that wanted to pull me back under. Light filtered in through my open curtains, illuminating Ivan’s face with the early morning sun. I let my eyes fall over his face, lingering on each one of his features.

His dark eyes were closed and the deep-brown lashes that frame them were fanned across his cheeks. I’d never really paid attention to them before, but looking close up, I could see that they were long and curled at the ends. They were girls’ eyelashes—perfectly formed and totally worthy of eyelash-envy.

His cheekbones were defined just so, sitting on either side of the perfect nose. Or almost perfect. From this angle, I could see a tiny bump on the bridge of his nose. Somehow, it made him more real. Especially when my gaze followed the strong, shapely line of his jaw and fell onto his mouth.

Soft. Pink. Curved at the corners.

“Morning.&rd