Feeling a heavy lean on his shoulder, Sky Moore lowered his eyes and caught sight of the girl's innocent, sleeping face.
Her cheeks were soft and rosy, just as tender as they had been in his memory. His gaze drifted slightly lower, unable to resist pausing on Lily Smith's pink lips.
That spot, he had just tasted yesterday—sweeter than any delicacy he remembered.
His starry eyes dimmed for a moment, and Sky Moore lowered his head to leave a very light kiss on her lips.
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Lily Smith had slept very comfortably.
It wasn't until the airplane landed that she awoke.
When she came to, she felt a blanket covering her and found herself half-leaning against Sky Moore's chest.
The man was holding a newspaper, his eyes downcast as if he hadn't noticed her lean against him at all.
Lily Smith quickly sat upright, biting her lip in annoyance.
Damn it, how had she ended up sleeping in his arms?
And why hadn't this guy reminded her?
