Cyril
The sheets were tangled around us, a messy nest of silk that smelled of salt, sweat, and the heavy clove smoke of the dying candles.
I pressed my cheek against the smooth expanse of Alan’s chest, my fingers tracing the hard line of his ribs.
His heart was still hammering a steady, solid rhythm beneath my ear....a contrast to the quiet, exhausted stillness that had settled over the rest of his body.
I didn't want to move. I wanted to freeze time right here, in this pocket of amber light, where the rest of the world couldn't reach us.
I didn't care about the corporate empire downstairs, or the lingering threat of Miller, or the fact that Susan was somewhere under this very same roof.
If the door flew open right now and the entire world saw us locked together like this, I wou
