CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The next morning George and Sara woke up in each other’s arms. George had woken before Sara and had enjoyed the quiet time where she was oblivious to him adoring her and the delight he was feeling that she was back in his arms. The navy wall décor teamed with a gold dado rail and the black-out curtains offered not much more than a silhouette of her body. There was a small gap between the curtains, allowing a sliver of sunlight into the room that highlighted her curves as she lay n***d next to him, only half-covered with the duvet. In the beam of light that came in, he could see tiny dust particles floating down as he drew on her back with his index finger.
Slowly she stirred and rolled over to him, wincing at the pain from her wound. He sat upright immediately and atte
