“Mmm, this smells nice.”
This was the first thought that popped into my head as I regained a bit of clarity.
And why was it so warm in the middle of winter?
I slowly opened my eyes and realized that I was in someone’s arms!
Looking up, I found myself face–to–face with the strikingly handsome face of Aaron.
A short nap hadn’t left him looking the slightest bit disheveled. He still looked sharp, like he could walk straight into three consecutive press conferences without missing a beat.
Wait a minute!
How did I end up asleep on the couch with Aaron?
And I was practically curled up in his arms.
No, that wasn’t right.
It was Aaron who had pulled me into his embrace.
I shot up suddenly, questioning reality.
Aaron slowly opened his drowsy eyes, glanced at me once, then closed them again.
Come on, seriously? He was still sleeping?
I grabbed my phone and checked the time.
It was 6:01 p.m., one minute past the end of the workday!
I shook Aaron awake frantically.
“Mr. Ford, we overslept!”
Somehow, we had napped on this tiny couch for four whole hours!
“It’s fine. There’s nothing important this afternoon. We can sleep,” Aaron replied, his voice carrying a lazy tone from just waking up.
“That’s fine for you, but I still have work to do.”
I got up, resigned to working overtime until midnight.
But before I could take a step, a pair of hands reached out from behind and pulled me back into his arms.
Aaron’s voice, laced with amusement, reached my ears.
