The resort's infinity pool stretched endlessly toward the horizon, its crystalline waters reflecting impossible colors from a sky that shifted between sunset coral and midnight sapphire.
Mailah floated on her back, her white silk cover-up billowing around her like sea foam, watching clouds that moved in patterns too perfect to exist.
"I'll be right back," Grayson's voice came from somewhere behind her, warm and familiar. "The concierge needs my signature on something—honeymoon suite upgrade paperwork."
She turned to look at him, admiring how the dream-light caught the sharp angles of his face, how his eyes seemed to hold flecks of starlight. Even after all their time together in this perfect place, the sight of him still made her breath catch.
"Don't be long," she said, her voice carrying a contentment so deep it felt like drowning in silk. "I'll miss you."
His smile was devastating in its tenderness. "Five minutes, I promise. Then we'll have all night."
