Smoked salmon between toast? I wasn’t sure how that would taste, but at this point, I wasn’t about to argue.
“That’s fine.”
The sandwich arrived forty-five minutes later—just as Mara stirred awake. She shifted under the covers, blinking sleep from her eyes, her hair messy and her skin glowing with that soft, morning light. Completely naked, she quickly wrapped the sheet around herself when she realised the staff had walked in.
They placed the tray down and exited respectfully.
Mara made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth—she was meticulous about it, never letting me kiss her before that. I had to respect the consistency.
She returned a few minutes later, her eyes clearer now. And then, without a word, she climbed onto the bed and straddled me, her sheet slipping slightly as sh
