When Nathan Moore once again arrived in Titus Zane's room it was nearing midnight, just after dealing with work. He took a shower in the bathroom and still had a mist of moisture on him when he lifted the covers and lay on the bed.
He pulled the woman who was facing away into his arms. Just as he closed his eyes, the woman turned around and snuggled up to him tightly. Through the fabric of the pajamas, she rubbed her little face against his chest and wrapped her arms firmly around his waist.
To Nathan's own surprise, he undid the buttons of the pajamas, letting her small face press directly against his bare chest. The sensation of skin touching skin filled his heart, and a kiss landed on the crown of Titus Zane's head, lingering for a long time before he pulled away.
"Goodnight,"
The woman with her eyes closed and face pressed against his chest didn't respond, but the corner of her lips unwittingly curved into a slight smile.
