In the last week, Nathan had spent almost every night with her at the hotel. The nights were a blur of passion, tinged with a level of closeness that alarmed Tess if she let herself think about it. Early this morning, in the soft light of dawn, she’d woken curled on her side; Nathan spooned behind her, one hand curled on the underside of her breast, his palm warm against her bare skin. She remained still for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of being surrounded by his warmth. She breathed deeply, trying to inhale the moment. Nathan had woken, mumbling Tess, mmm into the back of her neck. She pressed her hand against the one that lay against her breast and held it tight, tears pushing against her closed eyelids.
Nathan’s body tensed in a shivering stretch behind her before relaxing and cur
