Adalind stirred beneath the silk sheets, her body aching in places that reminded her of the passionate night before. Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Kirk's master bedroom, casting golden streaks across the rumpled bedding. Her naked form was pressed against warm skin, and for a moment, her heart soared with hope.
She turned slowly, drinking in the sight of the man beside her. Kirk's chiseled features looked peaceful in sleep, his dark hair tousled against the pillow. Without thinking, she reached out to trace the strong line of his jaw with trembling fingers.
His brow creased at her touch, and she quickly pulled her hand back, studying the bandage wrapped around her palm. Perhaps he could sense her discomfort through their connection.
Drawing closer, she breathed in his intoxicating scent and curved her body against his. The familiar warmth of his presence made her heart race with possibilities she had dreamed of for so long.
