It's been many years since Maeve Lane initiated a kiss with him, so long that Julian Fairchild thought it was just a splendid dream.
Seeing her so sleepy, Julian just held her quietly, giving her a gentle kiss from time to time, doing nothing more.
But his body was far more honest than his mind.
He didn't dare hold her for too long, fearing that neither of them would be able to get up later.
Finally, he lightly savored the faint scent of milk on her body before Julian sat up.
The room card was placed right beside the nightstand.
He hadn't noticed before, only now discovering that Maeve Lane's phone screen was lit up—
She was editing a memo.
[70 days left until November 25th.]
These words felt like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the joy of her initiating a kiss today.
