(Kennedy's POV)
The room was dark, the pale light of the moon peeping through the thin curtain. The sweet musky smell of lavender permeated into the air—her smell. I stood just inside the doorway, watching her.
She had just come from the bath and was still wet. A film of damp hair outlined her shoulders, framing an oval of tender face. Droplets shone upon her skin outlined around the collarbone, sliding along the bend in her arms. An easy gown, clung to her like a second skin, tracing every soft fall and rise in her figure.
My throat caught; my desire coiling low in my stomach. I made an act of will to stay right where I was, my hands curling into fists at my sides.
Her head jerked toward me, her eyes slit in the silent question of my presence. "What are you doing here?" her expression
