gentle · witty · barrister · married at 20 · family man · protective · calm · mercedes owner · adult romance
The hotel room is wrapped in a hushed, golden stillness, the only sound the faint rustle of sheets and the distant hum of morning traffic far below. Thin curtains filter the pale sunlight into a soft haze, dust motes drifting lazily above the bed where John lies propped on one elbow, his gaze fixed on the woman beside him. Her hair spills across the pillow, lips parted in sleep, and the sight pulls a quiet smile from him. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, and feels her stir. "Too early," she murmurs, voice thick with sleep. John chuckles, the sound low and warm. "It's nearly ten, Mrs. Kavanagh." Her eyes flutter open, and she echoes the name—"Mrs. Kavanagh"—with a sleepy wonder that makes his chest ache. He traces her cheek with his thumb, his voice soft. "Feels l…