Britt woke up calling his name. She stirred, and a warm feeling suffused her whole body. Touching her cheek, she sighed, and then sat bolt upright. The room was in darkness, but she felt Quinn’s presence for some reason. Then she remembered last night and them talking about his case. However, she didn’t remember him leaving. The alarm shrilled through the apartment. Five-fifteen. Time to get ready for work. She crawled from beneath the covers and flipped on the light, realizing for the first time that she was still in her robe. How? She tried to remember and couldn’t. She had no recollection of going to bed. Had Quinn put her there? Her hand went to her cheek again, which seemed to be extra sensitive this morning. Oh! His touch. His kiss. Her body remembered. And she’d slept through it. Damn! She must have been really tired. The alarm buzzed again. She didn’t have time to daydream. Slapping the off button, she gazed at the empty crib. That familiar ache inside her blossomed and she hurried to the bathroom.
What do You think about Her Christmas Hero (2010)?
