For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair.I love you, she murmured. I love you so much, I'm stupid about it.With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty.Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark.He never slept first.
In a rare moment, the man fell asleep before the woman, who took the opportunity to enjoy the tranquility of the night. As she lay beside him, she listened to the soothing sound of his breathing while experiencing a gentle shift in her body temperature. In this intimate setting, she affectionately stroked his hair and expressed her profound feelings for him, feeling almost foolish for her deep affection.
Despite her sleepy...
