Tonight was going to be special.
The living room was a sanctuary of sensual warmth, a far cry from the usual modern aesthetic of Bentley’s home. Nova had transformed it into something else tonight—a place where the world outside didn’t exist, where only she and Bentley mattered.
Candles lined the floor of the living room, casting a soft, golden gleam that danced with the flicker of each flame. The scent of vanilla and sandalwood filled the air, mingling with the sweet notes of ripe fruits carefully laid out on a glass platter.
A plush rug, thick enough to sink into like a cloud, covered the floor in the middle where the couches laid.
A delicate tune played softly from hidden speakers, a slow, romantic melody that blended seamlessly with the faint sound of rain, also playing through th
