Charlotte Allison slowly came back to her senses, the darkness before her eyes faded a bit, and by the moonlight streaming in through the window, she saw Lucas Quinn in front of her.
He was quietly sleeping by her side, real, not a dream.
Charlotte Allison, who was shaken into a cold sweat, leaned closer, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her face against his, and felt the touch of his skin, the pain spreading from her heart gradually eased.
After a while, Charlotte finally let go of him, gently and quietly disentangled from his embrace, her feet landing on the carpet, on the floor, she looked at the time, ten minutes to five, it was still dark, with only the moonlight spilling on the ground.
She gently pushed the revolving door from the room to the study next door, without turning on the light, she took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the desk drawer, stood on the balcony, and lit a cigarette in the cool night breeze.
