Morning broke over London like a soft exhale. Pale light filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the master bedroom of the Royal Suite. Kyle was the first to wake.
He lay still for a moment, feeling the warmth of Jane's body pressed against his side. Her breathing was slow and even, her face peaceful in sleep. A strand of hair had fallen across her cheek, and he resisted the urge to brush it away—he didn't want to wake her.
"Last night was... different."
He had been intimate with women before. Passionate, aggressive, wild. But last night with Jane had been something else entirely. It was at a pace he wasn't used to himself, they felt more connected way more than they ever did and Kyle had way to put this into words whatsoever.
"I feel closer to her than ever."
