C22 Lies

Soft moonlight illuminated the frame of a girl wrapped around a man with her eyes closed in a blissful sleep and the man watching her long lashes forming a shadow sighed in satisfaction as her feather-like breath fawned over his neck but it was hard for Alistair to sleep.

Was it right to tell her the partial truth?

She was not a person who would not be able to see through his woven web of lies