Betty's POV .

I could feel the gentle strokes of his fingers through my hair. I stirred slightly, finding the sensation of the touch on my skin to be tingling. My eyes fluttered open and caught sight of a glimpse of his face below.

My head was resting on his thigh while his fingers ran through my hair. His head was tilted towards the window. His gaze locked onto the glass as streaks of light flashed in and out on his face, creating a contrast.

My head was fuzzy and I could ...