The bathroom door clicked softly behind me as I turned back to face the room. Demetrius was sitting on the edge of the bed, trailing a hand through his dark hair, looking thoroughly kissed and beautifully wrecked in the dim morning light.
I stepped back over, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "I won't be home for dinner tonight," I murmured against his mouth. "And if you're too tired, don't wait up."
A lazy, fond smirk touched his features, his amber eyes warm as he reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "I know, my love. Today's a big day."
"I hope so," I whispered, squeezing his shoulder gently before pulling away and heading out the door.
Yesterday had been a grueling test of patience—a boring, agonizing twenty-four hours of staring at glass v
