She felt a reaction and looked up to see his eyes trying to open. She immediately stood and leaned over him to kiss his forehead.
"Shh, Andre. Everything is going to be fine. I'm here. Sleep. Get better," she whispered, then pressed her lips to his. She felt him moan, then sigh as the drugs pulled him back into sleep.
She pulled back in surprise. She hadn't meant to do that. She dropped herself back into the chair.
His reaction was circling around in her brain. He seemed to like it, but truthfully, he was high on medication, so she couldn't be sure what he was experiencing.
She knew her body was aching for another kiss. She sat further back in the chair as she looked at the sleeping man. Could she trust herself around him? Maybe she was a little overwhelmed with emotion at the moment.
