Chapter Eighteen

Clarissa POV

When I woke up, I noticed that he was still sleeping.

I don't blame him; he has not been sleeping much for a while.

He looked so serene and calm in his sleep.

He is very handsome; I could not deny that.

His well-chiseled jawline was very well-defined, and his beard, neatly carved, made him more appealing.

I loved his weird eye color—a different shade of green.

His face was spotless and glowing.

His pointed nose and full lips added to his look and made him drop-dead gorgeous; he looked way better than me. I won't deny it.

The urge to touch his face came to me again.

I obeyed the urge and caressed his face. I had an amazing time with him. He is an amazing lover and knows how to please a woman.

I am a bit tired, but I won't give this experience up for any reason.

I touched his eyes and his nose and drew a line on his lips while stroking them.

His lips curled in a smile. I must be imagining this because his eyes are shut tightly.

I moved my body closer to him and brought my