SAGE
Sleep took me gently that night.
It wrapped around me like warm silk, pulling me under without resistance. I did not remember closing my eyes. I only remembered Adam's arm around my waist and the steady rhythm of his breathing at my back.
And then I was laughing.
I was on one of the long marble countertops in the western wing, my back against cool stone, Adam standing between my knees, his hands firm at my hips. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, catching in his hair, turning it molten gold.
"The maid will be back any second," I whispered, though I could barely keep the laughter from my voice.
"All the more reason to hurry," he murmured, his mouth brushing my collarbone.
I swatted his shoulder, breathless, my heart racing with delicious recklessness. My dress was halfway undone, my breasts nearly bare, and his hands were everywhere at once.
He kissed me again, deeper this time, and I tangled my fingers in his hair.
