The soft rays of the morning sun peeked through the curtains, warming Eva's face and stirring her awake.
She squinted against the brightness, letting out a soft yawn as she stretched her arms and shifted in the bed.
Her muscles ached slightly, a reminder of the emotional exhaustion from the night before.
As she stretched further, a sudden sensation coursed through her body—a low, unfamiliar heat settling deep within her.
She frowned, pressing her thighs together instinctively, trying to quell the sudden ache. It was so unexpected, so consuming.
It's probably the pregnancy, she told herself, biting her lip as the warmth spread.
She exhaled shakily, running a hand through her messy hair.
But even as she tried to rationalize it, she couldn't shake the overwhelming need building inside her.
Her gaze shifted around the room, landing on Lucian.
He was seated a few feet away at his desk, his back partially turned to her.
