Early in the morning.

Outside the window, the sun shone through the windowsill, making the room even warmer.

With his eyes closed, Daniel shook his eyelids. His eyebrows twitched, and then he slowly opened his deep eyes.

Staring at the white ceiling, he was stunned, unable to recall his thoughts for a moment, remembering that he had dined in the box the night before.

With a movement of his arms, he realized that Bella was in his arms. His expression softened the moment his eyes met her face.

Lifting it, his large, gnarled hand touched the soft, smooth skin of her cheek, and she unconsciously rubbed it against his, like...