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By the time Sienna Thornton came to her senses, Simon Forrester had already closed his eyes, emitting a deep, steady breathing.
She leaned in closer, wanting to see if he was really asleep, but she was captivated by his handsome sleeping face. She kept looking here and there, and as she continued to gaze, she found her mood very restless, a mysterious force inexplicably pulling at her willpower.
Realizing the danger of losing control, she quickly turned away with a flushed face, lying on her side with her back to him, calming her mind. That's when she remembered she had pretty much invited the wolf into the house.
She hadn't forgiven him yet, and now he was openly playing rogue.
In anger, she turned back to pinch his cheek and twist his ear.
