Ryan carried Eve up the stairs slowly, as if she weighed nothing at all, yet everything at the same time. Her arms were curled loosely around his shoulders, her cheek pressed against his chest, her breathing soft and warm against his skin. The living room still held the echo of what they had shared moments ago, the disordered cushions, the faint scent of skin against leather, the warmth of bodies that had lost themselves in each other completely.
But now, upstairs, the house felt quieter. The shadows softer. The air gentler. Every step Ryan took had a purpose, a wordless vow in motion, until he reached the bedroom and nudged the door open with his shoulder.
He laid her carefully on the bed, as if she were something fragile wrapped in silk. She smiled faintly as she sank into the pillows,
