The night swelled outside. The bright moon peeked through a gap in the curtains, casting a soft, hazy glow over the entwined figures in the master bedroom.
The two of them kissed their way from the entryway to the bedroom, shedding their clothes along the path.
In the past, when it came to this, Felix Sinclair had always been like his usual self: restrained, rigid, and incredibly cautious.
Mia Grant knew it wasn't that he didn't know how, just that he didn't dare be too unrestrained.
Mia held him tight, kissing the side of his face gently. "It's okay," she told him.
Whether it was thanks to the alcohol or her words had worked, he was like a different person tonight.
After a tumultuous night, Mia woke up very early.
Her jet lag hadn't adjusted yet. In fact, aside from the brief moment she'd passed out, she hadn't slept at all.
Felix held her tightly. Even in his groggy state, he remembered to hold her close, terrified that he would wake up and find it had all been a dream.
