PAIGE
The soft grey light of a New York morning filtered through the bedroom windows. 7 AM. I was still curled in the warmth of the duvet, watching him. Reomen moved around the room with a quiet, efficient energy, the kind he always had before a major business confrontation. It was like watching a panther stretch before a hunt.
He finished adjusting his cufflinks, the platinum catching the light, and came to sit on the edge of the bed. His hand, warm and sure, rested on my hip over the covers.
"I want you to rest until it's time," he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Yamada confirmed the board meeting is at noon. I don't want you stressing yourself. We both need to be at our absolute best to face Shunsuke and the rest of those vultures." He leaned down, and his lips were soft and firm against mine. It was a kiss that held a promise and a command. "I love you."
