Anastasia slowly opened her eyes when the morning light that entered the room through the small gap between two curtains fell right on her face.
Her eyes fell on Caspian’s sleeping face. ‘When did he come here?’ she wondered. Since she couldn’t remember Caspian getting on the bed, she thought that he must have come to the room when she was in her deep sleep.
She slowly lifted her hand with the intention to touch her husband’s beautiful face. But she stopped herself when the tips of her fingers were hovering over Caspian’s sharp jawline.
‘He must be really tired. I should let him get enough sleep,’ she thought to herself and carefully pulled her hand away from Caspian’s face.
However, she was startled when Caspian suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand towards him. He softly kissed her palm and then placed it on his cheek.
Then he mumbled in his deep morning voice, “Mmm… Your hand is so warm that it can melt my heart just from a single touch.”
