Nikolas slipped off his shoes and walked into the bedroom. Viviana was curled under the duvet, fast asleep. Instead of getting in beside her, he pulled an ottoman over and sat next to the bed.
He watched her, his eyelids falling low.
'That was very ungentlemanly of me.' Though to be fair, she had been wiggling on top of him. That aside, her smile was like something he'd never seen before.
And Viviana…
She was everything he liked. Everything about her.
The way she smiled, sometimes small, sometimes big.
The beauty of her hazel eyes, large and bright. Nothing short of the color of the sunset.
Her hair… long and deeply dark, so much his hair could even be considered brown next to hers.
His fingers drifted into her silky strands, curling and brushing through.
He even liked her coldness. Most times, she was as cold as ice, and if he was honest, which of course wasn't bragging, he seemed to be the only one she warmed up to. Well, besides her mother.
