After breaking the kiss, Magnar's gaze softened, his fingers gently trailing along Helen's arm as he stepped back slightly. "I want you to see something," he murmured, his voice warm and filled with affection.
Helen looked at him, her chest still rising and falling with the aftershock of the kiss, her mind slightly clouded with the intensity of the moment. She followed his gaze as he nodded toward a door just a few steps away.
"Go on," he encouraged, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Curious, and still riding the wave of emotions, Helen walked toward the door he indicated. As she pushed it open, her breath caught in her throat. The room was soft and inviting, much like the rest of the apartment, but what caught her attention was the personal touch.
