Melody Duncan woke up to the daylight streaming in from the window, with the sun filtering through the purple curtains, scattering dapples across the room that made it seem especially warm and serene.
She turned her head to find Ethan Thompson sleeping soundly beside her, his face wearing an immensely satisfied smile, like a child who had gotten his hands on a lollipop.
Last night, Ethan had been incredibly wild, from initial panic to complete frenzied conquest, he embodied the dominance of a CEO in the throes of passion.
Ethan was still deep in sleep; she thought about getting out of bed, dressing quietly, and slipping away. After all, such matters, well, that's what they were, weren't they? Besides, they were adults who had lived half a lifetime, no need for anyone to take responsibility for anyone else.
