Anna woke up to sunlight.
Actual sunlight.
No blackout curtains. No silk mask. No staff slipping in with cold-pressed juice or a phone buzzing with crisis emails.
Just warmth on her bare skin.
And Luke’s hand on her thigh.
She blinked, slowly coming back to life. Her mouth was dry, her legs a little sore, and her heart… too full.
Luke was still asleep beside her, face relaxed for once, dark hair mussed, the sheet barely covering his hips. One of his hands was curled under the pillow, the other rested lazily across her thigh, his thumb occasionally twitching in his sleep.
Anna stared at him.
Then promptly wanted to...