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This crazy brat has fallen asleep on me and for a crazy reason I don't want to push her off. But then again who would want to push off this sweet and beautiful woman with soft brown eyes, and beautiful brown skin with light freckles peppering her nose and cheeks. They are barely noticeable, but when you see them it makes her ten times more adorable. Her lips are a constant temptation as they stay parted in her sleep.

Unsurprisingly I've never had anyone care for me the way she did in those few short seconds that she put an ice pack on my cheek. The worst part is, we don't even know each other's names. But by now I think I prefer the nicknames because of the cute way her nose scrunches up. It's reckless for her to come back to my place without even knowing a thing about me, but then again so am I for inviting a woman directly to my home.

I've never brought a woman into my house without a complete background check. Now I have a stranger sleeping against me in my robe that nearly swallows her whole. I wouldn't take it back though. You didn't see those watery eyes and heartbreaking pout when she said she was sleeping in her car. Tonight she will be safe, tomorrow I will make sure she has a safe place to stay and we will probably go our separate ways.

I don't know why but thought of leaving her, doesn't sit too well in my stomach. I'll explore that feeling tomorrow, because tonight we both need to rest, yet I don't have the heart to wake her up and ruin her comfortable sleep.

I slip my hand around her back and the other hand under her legs, pulling her onto my lap before standing and carrying her up the stairs. She snuggles into my side and places her small hand against my chest. I can already tell she's a heartbreaker.

When I get to my room I lay her down on the bed and pull the blanket on top of her. Just as I'm about to pull back she grabs my shirt and whispers words so soft that I barely hear them out, but I do.

"Stay with me," she says. "Please."

Her pained 'please' grips my heart and I climb into bed with her, sliding under the blanket and wrapping my arms around her to keep her warm. She's a weakness. I've interrogated great actors and never fell prey to their sobs and pouts and feigned softness. But this woman is something else and every fiber of my being wants to protect her. So that's what I do, holding her close and resting my head against hers, inhaling the scent of my own minty shampoo. I fall asleep in seconds and for once manage to stay asleep through the night.

Tomorrow, we will sort things out.

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A soft moan is the small sound that wakes me up the next morning as the sun shines through the curtains. I open my eyes and find the culprit wrapped around me, drooling.

Smiling, I gently pull away from her and climb out of bed, then move around my room to pick her out some clean clothes. A t-shirt and boxer briefs. After I lay them out on the bed with a toothbrush and toothpaste, I head downstairs to get started on breakfast.

I think a good hearty meal is appropriate. Omelets with, spinach, peppers, mushrooms, ham, bacon, a side of hash browns and maybe mini pancakes. As I cook the feeling from last night returns and I don't want that girl to leave. Is that bad? Maybe it is, but when the beautiful girl comes downstairs a really bad idea pops into my head.

I decide to approach the subject after breakfast so at least she has food in her when we talk. Yeah this girl is going to make me crazy. Then again she might just be worth it.