Adrian didn't answer. Instead, he called her name: "Serena."
"What is it?" Serena responded instinctively, her voice still tinged with drowsy nasalness.
Adrian pressed kiss after kiss to her lips and cheeks, finally resting gently behind her ear where her scar was. In the seam between these close, airtight kisses, he confessed in a low, hoarse voice, as if declaring an eternal vow:
"I only love you."
The man's scorching breath spilled into Serena's sensitive ear, and with it, that wild, unabashed love swept into her, making her heart jolt violently.
How could a man who's almost thirty still say "I love you" first thing in the morning?
Serena looked at his face so close to hers, meeting his eyes, her chest growing hot and swollen.
"Adrian."
She called his name too, every word crystal clear. "You know, I'm not the same with you as I am with anyone else."
