Misa’s eyes fluttered open and took a few seconds to adjust to the dark. She felt the chill in the air, which only served to make the comfortable heat that warmed her that much more satisfying. Royle’s arms were wound tightly around her as if he was scared to let go.
Misa shifted as slowly as she could, aware that her naked body was pressed up against his. There was a dull ache between her legs that reminded her of what had happened the night before. A blush bloomed on her cheeks.
The clock struck five, its bells lonely in the quiet, still darkness. Misa supposed there was no reason to rush to start the day. She took the time to study Royle, to ingrain him in her memory. His brows were knitted as he slept, and Misa gently rubbed her fingers between them to smooth them out.
She boldly mo
