CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Dawn's POV

I woke up in a very unfamiliar room, my hand immediately went to the knife in my back pocket. Well, I wasn't tied up at least. This scent, I know this scent. I replayed last night and mentally face palmed myself. What the hell was I even thinking?!

I am in his bed, where is he?. I sat straight and looked around, my boots had been removed, as well as my watch and the pins that held my hair together. There he was, on the tiny sofa that could barely fit his 6'2 body, his legs were dangling outside. This bed is humongous, it's a California King Bed, still, he slept on the sofa,

I walked over to Adam and lifted his arms, made him stand up. Oh my god, he's heavy; I can barely stand. I walked over, dragging him across the floor with me, and placed him on the bed, covered him with a blanket.

My hands itched to touch his face, oh well he's sleeping he is not gonna notice. I ran my fingers through his high cheekbones, his sharp jaw, and thin pink lip