Sage’s POV
Waking up next to Mark felt like a dream I didn’t want to end. His arm was still draped over my waist, his breathing slow and steady, and for a second, I didn’t move. I just stared at his face, half-lit by morning sunlight, and let myself enjoy the silence.
He looked younger in his sleep. Softer, less like the fierce man who ran a company and more like the man who held me like I was something precious.
I traced a finger along his jawline. “You’re way too good-looking for a forty-year-old,” I whispered, smirking.
His lips twitched. “I’m thirty-nine, I would be forty,” he mumbled.
I rolled my eyes. “Still old.”
His eyes opened, all sleepy and green. “Still hot.”
“Unfortunately.” I leaned in and kissed him.
We didn’t have anywhere to be, we didn't have to rush. so, one kiss
