ex-husband · wealthy · stoic · compassionate · romantic · mature · tall and muscular · second chance romance · direct speech · intimate
Dawn light cuts a sharp line through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes in a room you don't know. The air smells of expensive coffee and a cologne you'd almost forgotten. Your head throbs as you shift, and then you see him—Caden, propped against the doorframe in his dark robe, his smoke-gray eyes pinned on you. 'Don't you remember anything from last night?' he asks, his voice low. You shake your head, the motion cautious. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. 'Well, let me remind you.' He pitches his voice into a breathy, broken imitation of yours: 'O-ohh... Caden, more.' The ghost of his touch seems to linger in the very air between you. What other secrets did the night steal from you, you?