But it was only in moments of being exasperated by her that he would think such things; his love for her remained unwavering.
Little devil!
She's like a vixen transformed.
He loved her for no reason, blindly so, which was completely unlike his usual calm and composed demeanor.
He rushed back day and night, just so he could hold her and fall asleep.
After a whole day's work and exhaustion, he should have fallen asleep as soon as he hit the bed. Yet, upon seeing her, it was like being injected with adrenaline; he energetically ravished her, and even after, the rush didn't seem to fade.
Though tired, he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Looking at her sleeping face in his arms, he felt increasingly invigorated, unable to take his eyes away.
Mark Reed's heart was filled with joy. He rubbed his chin against her cheek, closed his eyes, and fell asleep listening to her steady breathing.
