That same night, I stirred awake in the luxurious bed, but Mike was no longer beside me. I scanned the dimly lit room with sleepy eyes, searching for his familiar form. When I couldn’t find him, I slipped out of the sheets and padded barefoot toward the bathroom.
The soft glow of the lights inside revealed him lounging in the large marble bathtub, a glass of deep red wine in his hand. I paused at the doorway, leaning against the frame as I quietly admired him. Water glistened on his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. His body was a masterpiece — strong, masculine, and perfectly sculpted. Memories of what we had done earlier flooded my mind, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. It was almost funny how much I already craved him again.
He set the glass down on the edge of the tub and s
