“You move too fast.”
The soft murmur of Nicholas' voice roused Autumn from her peaceful sleep.
As her drowsy senses gradually tuned in, the faint creaking of the bedroom door behind her registered, telling her that Nicholas was standing on the threshold. In her mind’s eye, she could almost picture the disapproving frown etched onto his face as his gaze pierced the darkness enshrouding the room and its two occupants nestled under the blanket.
“Yeah, well. I tried to resist,” was Roan’s groggy reply. His arm, which had been draped over Autumn's bare shoulder, reluctantly withdrew as he sat up.
Feigning sleep, Autumn kept her eyes shut and hid a smile.
Though Roan’s voice sounded guilty, there was not a trace of regret for the long, passionate night they had just shared.
“Is she okay?”
