Chapter 19

The next morning, the sun was shining bright. Thanks to the heavy rain last night, the air smelled fresh-like greenery and damp earth mixed together. Prescott slowly opened his eyes on the white bed. There wasn't even a hint of drowsiness in those deep black eyes-only a sharp, piercing intensity that cut straight through. He moved slightly, ready to get up, but a numbness in his arm made him pause. Then he saw the slim figure resting on it. His eyes froze. He'd fallen asleep in her bed. And somehow, he'd slept better than he had in over six months-without needing any pills. His gaze narrowed slightly, expression unreadable. The sun filtered through the blinds, spilling light across the bed in soft, flickering patches. Camila's lashes fluttered gently but she didn't wake. She usually went to bed early, and last night she'd stayed up way too late. Coupled with the stress she'd been carrying lately, she was sleeping soundly. She was curled up under the covers, just her small head poking o