The moment Lianne realized what her lips had touched, her scalp prickled, and her heart began to pound violently.
She looked at Seth Sinclair's closed eyes in a panic, swallowed hard, and her heart briefly calmed. Propping a hand on the edge of the sofa, she tried to scramble up before he woke.
But the sofa was genuine leather and her palms were sweaty with nerves. The combination caused her hand to slip just as she had pushed herself up, and she tumbled back down.
Two falls in a row, the second harder than the first. Lianne found herself sprawled across the man's firm, warm chest. She lifted her lashes to look at him. The flickering shadows gathered over his high brow bone, making his features look particularly defined.
'I heard the sinus behind everyone's brow bone is butterfly-shaped, unique like a fingerprint.'
Seth Sinclair's raven-black eyelashes seemed to twitch slightly. 'Or was I just imagining that?'
