He walked slowly around the desk to where she was curled up in his chair. The sight stopped him in his tracks. She looked so small there, folded in on herself, her cheek flushed and pressed against the armrest, her knees tucked up. Her breathing was soft and steady, her long lashes brushing her skin as she slept.

Something pulled at his chest as he bent down on one knee before her. He wanted to see her face more clearly, to memorize every line and detail. The perfect shape of her lips, soft and ...