After our bath, we both slipped into fresh white robes. Moments later, Teddy scooped me up in his arms, carrying me toward the bedroom as we kissed and laughed between breaths. He set me down gently beside the bed, and we sat together on the edge, our fingers tracing each other’s faces in soft, lingering touches.
He stood, walked to the small table where a bottle of wine and a single glass waited. He poured himself a measure, took a slow sip, then poured again. When he returned to me, I rose to meet him. My hands found his waist; I pulled him close and kissed him deeply, tasting the rich sweetness of the wine on his tongue.
“God, I love everything about you, Teddy,” I whispered against his lips.
He smiled, eyes warm and dark. “I’m glad. Here—open.”
He tilted the glass to my mouth. My l
