Nina woke slowly, the sunlight filtering through the curtains and painting soft golden streaks across the room.
Her body felt heavy, pleasantly sore in ways she had never imagined before.
The sheets beneath her still smelled faintly of Ross—warm, masculine, intoxicating—and when she shifted, a shiver of memory rushed through her, reminding her of the wild, endless night they had shared.
She pulled herself out of bed, her legs wobbling a little as she moved to the cabinet.
Sliding open the door, she found a robe, smooth silk in a pale shade that clung lightly to her skin when she slipped it on.
She tied it lazily at the waist, her chest rising and falling with a mix of fatigue and quiet satisfaction.
Her lips curved into a smile as she remembered how Ross had taken her, again and again, until she had lost all sense of time.
Padding softly through the apartment, she stopped at the kitchen entrance.
