It was morning again. He had closed his eyes in the darkness of the night, feeling the warmth of her body and opened them in the cold dawn but still in her warm embrace. He opened his eyes and sat upright, not believing what he just did the previous night. He averted his gaze to the side, she was still asleep. She looked so calm while sleeping. How on earth could he accuse her of giving herself out to some trashy men outside. Why would he ever look at her that way? He was amused that she was ...