Sinclair

"Hmmm," soft butterfly kisses peppered her face, making her smile. She stretched languorously on the cloudlike mattress, the deep maroon satin sheet sliding down her naked body.

-Wait. Naked?- Sinclair blushed deeply. The memory of what transpired after Nicholas's confession was made known. She trusted him. He also trusted her in every aspect of his life. Her hero with a heart of gold.

"Wake up, sweetheart. I have brought us a late breakfast." Her lover murmured on her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Clutching him closer, she tried to pull him down. He shook his head and chuckled huskily. "Later, I promise. You have to get up. We are...