Ciara turned her head, her gaze falling on Galen, still asleep beside her. His face, usually so animated and full of life, was serene in slumber. His dark hair, slightly tousled, framed a face that held a hint of a smile, as if the remnants of their night together lingered in his dreams.
A soft sigh escaped her lips. It was a morning like no other. The night before had been filled with a passion that had consumed them both. They had danced in the moonlight, their laughter echoing through the night, their bodies moving in a symphony of desire. The memory of their lovemaking, intense and tender, still lingered, a pleasant ache in her limbs and a warmth in her heart.
She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his jawline, marveling at the smooth contours of his face. He stirred, hi
