Chapter 7 - 07 – The Photo
Lilian never expected Morrison to fall asleep before the takeout even arrived.
All she did was step into her bedroom to take a quick phone call. When she returned—there he was. Out cold on her couch, limbs sprawled out like he owned the place.
He hadn’t even made it to the second throw pillow.
One look at him, and she could tell just how bone-deep his exhaustion ran. His brows were still faintly furrowed, like even in sleep, he hadn’t managed to let go of whatever was chasing him. She’d seen this kind of crash before—her brother Dave used to pass out like that after pulling all-nighters trying to fix the wreck that was Washington Co.
That kind of sleep was less about resting and more about survival.
But now, the man was asleep—and she was the one left wide awake, pacing, and mildly panicking.
The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the soft hum of city traffic filtered in from the window. Judging by how dead to the world Morrison looked, he probably wasn’t waking up any time soon. Not tonight. Maybe not even until morning.
So... what now?
Was she seriously going to let him stay over?
A single man and a single woman. Alone. In her apartment. At night.
And him, of all people.
Charming, inappropriate, dangerously good-looking—and way too comfortable testing boundaries.