He’s a lethal cocktail of mystery and animal magnetism but right now he’s just a sleepy boy who’s had a long night. Her, too. Paloma and her defenses, her worries, fall to the wayside and she squeezes his fingers with deep affection.
“Never mind. Go to sleep...”
Her eyelids feel heavy; she sets the drink down and rides the wave of drowsiness.
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“Never mind. Go to sleep...”
Her eyelids feel heavy; she sets the drink down and rides the wave of drowsiness.
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He might call attention by snoring in her lap, hopefully it's muffled and Vanessa isn't paying attention!