The master bedroom was bathed in the quiet, meditative hush of midnight. Outside, a gentle rain tapped against the glass of the French doors, but inside, the room was warm, scented with lavender, cedar, and the lingering heat of the fire dying in the hearth.
Sophia sat in the center of their king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a sheer black silk robe that fell loosely over her shoulders. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her dark curls tumbling over her back as she watched Mark walk over from his dressing room.
In his hands, he carried a sleek, heavy box of dark walnut.
"You're very quiet tonight," Sophia murmured, her eyes following the fluid, confident line of his shoulders. He wore only dark lounge pants, his chest bare, his skin catching the amber glow of the bedside lamp.
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