The room was steeped in the soft silence of the night, the only sounds being the faint rustle of the sheets and the occasional creak of the house settling.
Nova lay nestled against Bentley, her head tucked beneath his chin, her body draped over his in a tangle of limbs. They had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, bodies still warm and satisfied from their shared moments earlier. The massage was great and she slept earlier than expected.
Bentley’s breathing was deep and rhythmic, his chest rising and falling with a steady calmness that radiated through her.
But as Nova’s eyes fluttered open in the stillness of the room, she found herself staring at him, unable to look away. Bentley was still sleeping, his features relaxed and peaceful in the soft light. His lashes cast faint shadows on
