Chapter 178
The bed was small. After Aubree got in, the inmediately pressed herself against the wall, curling up into a
Bowen, a disciplined sleeper, lay rigidly on the far side of the heil, which surprisingly created a distinct gap between them.
But that was all.
The space was still cramped. One turn, and they’d bump i
pinto each other.
Aubree gripped the quilt tightly in both hands, her entire body rigid with tension. Enveloped by Bowen’s unfamiliar scent, she felt like she could hardly breathe.
The church at night was eenly quiet. Despite the distance between them, Aubree could hear his heartbeat with startling clarity
“Thump… Thump…” His heartbeat was strong and steady.
Curled up under the quilt and facing the wall, Aubree found sleep impossible in these circumstances
Before long. Bowen’s breathing grew slow and steady.
Is he asleep? Aubree wondered.
It was getting uncomfortable to lie in the same position for so long. After hesitating for a couple of seconds, Aubree cautiously turned over.
Sure enough, the bed was tiny. Even through the quilt, Aubree could feel her arm brush against Bowen’s.
As she lifted her head, Aubree’s body went rigid in an instant
Unbeknownst to her, Bowen had turned onto his side, his face now mere inches from hers
If I’d moved just a fraction more, our lips might have met, Aubree thought to herself.
Aubree gazed at Bowen’s impossibly perfect face mere inches from hers, her heart pounding wildly out of control.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, Bowen’s eyelids fluttered. He cracked his eyes open slightly, his gaze still clouded with sleep, looking utterly groggy as if lost in drowsy confusion.
“Just sleep,” As if acting on instinct, Bowen reached out and casually ruffled Aubree’s hair. “Don’t fuss.”
Bowen’s scorching breath made Aubree shrink back, her whole body tensing. His rough voice sent a shiver down her spine.
Aubree jolted and instinctively burrowed deeper under the covers, suddenly feeling awkward and tense all over..
In the darkness, Bowen, who was supposed to be asleep, curled his lips into a smirk. Silently, he mused, “How else would I catch your eye if I weren’t handsome?‘
After what felt like ages, drowsiness finally crept in Aubree’s eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted into a deep slumber.
“Bree?” Bowen called softly, but received no response.
In the darkness, flowen lay on his side, his gaze burning with gentleness as he stared at Aubree
After gazing at her for what felt like an eternity, Bowen slowly propped himself up and planted two soft kisses on Aubree’s forehead, in a gentle murmur, he said, “Good night Sweet dreams”
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