Chapter 1423

And with those words, Quinn fell asleep contentedly in Sam’s arms.

She did not notice that beside her, the man opened his eyes and watched her sleep lovingly, his fingers trembling even as he caressed her hair…

When Quinn opened her eyes the next day, she stared muddleheadedly at her unfamiliar surroundings.

She eventually remembered that she was in Sam’s bed, having done everything with him except the deed.

Her face went beet red—she thought she would never fall asleep in his arms since she was used to sleeping alone, and her heart would race whenever he was near.

Despite her nerves, she fell asleep once she closed her eyes since she was too tired, and work had been taxing as of late.

She tentatively turned to find Sam still deeply asleep, and the way he looked was completely different from usual. His brow was relaxed, his visage mild and a lot less stern than when he opened his eyes.

What was it that made him look so different when he was awake from when he was asleep?

As Quinn stared at Sam’s eyes, she decided that it was his gaze-it was piercing and inspired fear.

Now, however, she did not fear him at all, whether he was asleep or awake.

And while she would never kiss him on her own volition if he was awake, that was not the case when he was asleep.

She leaned in, giving Sam a peck on his lips.

Then, clearly not satisfied, she gave another… and then some, until someone’s phone started ringing.

Quinn’s lips were still on Sam’s when she found his eyes open.

As their eyes met, Quinn quickly tried to run just like a burglar caught in the act, but Sam caught her and pinned her beneath himself, stopping her from moving.

And though he just woke up, his eyes were exceedingly clear and lacked any grogginess.

As he stared at her fixedly, Quinn averted her eyes, unable to stand her ground-as mentioned, his eyes were so piercing she felt like a rabbit under crosshairs.

“Kiss and run? Really?” he suddenly rasped.

Quinn did a double take and became flustered. “You were pretending to sleep?”

“What, do you really think I wouldn’t feel it when I’m being molested?!”

Quinn was embarrassed-who talked like that?

Still, considering that he was aware of everything she did…

How did he feel about that? Would he consider her a pervert?!

Feeling the ground shrinking beneath her feet, Quinn complained, “Why didn’t you push me away if you’re up?”

“You want me to push you away?”

“I…” Quinn trailed off in hesitation. “At least don’t tease me.”

“How was I teasing you?”

“Y-You could have woken up! You wanted me to embarrass myself, didn’t you?!”