Bryce woke up in the middle of the night to find Hera sleeping next to him in a seated position. At first, he wondered who on earth asked her to babysit him for the night. He had done a whole lot of awful things that didn't sit well with her, but she still always managed to stay by him and help him out whenever he needed it.
She was just too kind and too innocent for his liking. The fact that she always turned a blind eye to his mistakes is another thing that baffled him. Not once had she complained or lashed out at him.
He felt at a loss for words. He didn't deserve this woman or her kindness, and that's a fact. She was too good, even for him.
His hands traced her forehead, and his lips broke out into a smile.
Forcing himself up from the bed, his eyes caught her ruffled dress, and the memories of what had happened that night flooded through his head.
Oh no!
He had touched her. He had touched her inappropriately. His head seared, and his emotions cut through him like lashing fire. He wasn't supposed to touch her. Damn! He knew just how much he wanted her, but then she was off-limits, even to him. How on earth did he get drunk to the point of trying to rip her clothes off?
Silence. Ultimate silence met his question.