Michael wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close until her head rested against his chest, her soft breaths matching the rhythm of his heartbeat.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, inhaling the faint, sweet scent of her hair.
Samantha felt a warm glow in his embrace, her breaths still slowing. Her lips curled into a smile, her eyes still half-lidded as she caught her breath.
She looked up at him, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “So,” she whispered, her voice still thick with the remnants of their passion, “this was just the beginning, right?”
Michael chuckled, reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair from her face. He let his fingers linger on her cheek, his gaze locked into hers.
“Just the beginning,” he confirmed, his voice made her heart skip. “I’m not done
