Mark Reed gently placed Valentine Teller in the center of the bed.
The shirt covering her slipped down a bit,
Mark Reed's throat tightened, he swallowed and pulled the shirt up, covering it to her neck.
He sat on the side, carefully examining her peacefully sleeping face.
Such poor tolerance for alcohol, even a little wine could get her this drunk.
A deep smile played on his lips, his hand reached out unconsciously, brushing over her soft cheek, her small rosy lips, to her hair, taking off her glasses and casually tossing them onto the bed.
He felt an impulse to recklessly possess her, such a beautiful woman, it tested his limits.
No! He couldn't do that.
It would hurt Valentine, and even more so, Madison!
Taking a deep breath, Mark Reed turned his face away.
He couldn't hurt Madison again, she was so fragile now.
