The room fell into a heavy, peaceful quiet.
Beside Mailah, Grayson's chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern. His long arms remained securely wrapped around her waist, anchoring her against his broad body even as his muscles relaxed into deep sleep. The faint scent of rain and dark oak wood drifted from his skin, completely wrapping her in comfort.
Mailah closed her eyes, letting her breathing match his. Her mind drifted away from the quiet master bedroom, slipping softly into the warm darkness of sleep.
When Mailah opened her eyes again, she was no longer in their bedroom.
