Chapter Thirty-EightATTRACTION. ANTICIPATION. Satisfaction. Comfort.
Acacia was naked with Nicholas, her head resting on his shoulder.
He reclined on his back in a bed designed for a king. His arm curved around her shoulders, and his fingers made lazy patterns on her arm.
She touched his abdomen and rested her hand above the valleys of his muscles.
“Are you awake?” His voice was just above a whisper.
She nodded.
He chuckled. “I thought you’d fallen asleep.”
“You woke me up.”
His fingers brushed her elbow. “I could say the same.”
“These moments are dangerous.” She yawned in spite of herself and nestled against his shoulder again.
“Why?” His movements stilled.
“It’s peaceful and cozy. These are the times people are tempted to say grand things they don’t mean.”
“Like what?”
“Oh,
