The sky outside was already turning a pale dawn white, and the curtains billowed in a warm breeze.
A few weak coughs came from the bed.
The man, busy with his task, immediately stopped what he was doing at the sound and cautiously looked back at the bed.
Mia Grant seemed to have sunk into the mattress, enveloped by the comfortable duvet with only a small part of her face visible. She was fast asleep.
There was no sign she was waking up.
Yates Donovan let out a soft sigh of relief and bent down to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor.
He returned to the bathroom. He had left in such a hurry that he hadn't even turned off the light, which now illuminated the mess on the floor.
He quickly tidied up the scene. As he turned, he suddenly noticed a faint imprint on the steamy glass door.
An air of intimacy filled the room.
The heat he had just suppressed suddenly surged up again.
'Deep breath.'
