Last night, her nails had sunk into the muscles of his back as they kissed deeply. Body and soul, completely entwined.
This boundless tenderness spilled over into her dreams.
「The next morning.」
The morning light streamed through the curtains, spilling onto Lianne's face. Her long, thick, curled lashes fluttered gently.
Her body ached all over, and she couldn't help but let out a soft groan.
The phone on the nightstand started vibrating.
Lianne opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Seth Sinclair's face. He was still asleep, his eyes gently closed.
She propped herself up on one elbow and reached for the phone. As she stretched, she caught an accidental glimpse of her own smooth calf.
Her gaze traveled slightly upward, revealing that her body was covered in passionate marks. The skin just below her collarbone was peppered with hickeys, a deeply intimate sight.
Lianne grabbed her phone and opened the unread message.
