The soft morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the master suite. Sarah's mind slowly drifted back to consciousness, her thoughts a hazy blur of wind, heights, and the scent of expensive leather. As her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she saw was a wall of bronzed, muscular chest.
She looked up and realized she was being held firmly by a completely naked Ethan. The memories of the night flooded back—the helicopter, the open air, the literal leap of faith.
"AH!" Sarah screamed, jumping back so fast she nearly fell off the other side of the king-sized bed.
Ethan's eyes snapped open, a lazy, amused smirk spreading across his face as he propped himself up on one elbow. Sarah scrambled to pull the silk sheets over her body, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled the helicopter they had flown.
"Good morning to you too. You've got a hell of a pair of lungs on you, Sarah," Ethan said.
