Early the next morning, Sinclair stepped out of the bathroom to find Camilla already awake—unusual for her, as she was usually still fast asleep at this hour.
Her long hair cascaded lazily across the pillow, and her beautiful eyes, still hazy with lingering drowsiness, fixed him intently.
"Sinclair—"
Her normally sweet voice carried a husky, sleep-laden softness, exuding an alluring charm.
Sinclair's heart melted instantly.
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Did I wake you?"
"No,"
Camilla shook her head, her bare face glowing with a fresh, delicate beauty.
"I just woke up suddenly," she murmured, blinking slowly as her gaze lingered appreciatively over the exposed contours of his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and sculpted abs.
Even after seeing—and experiencing—them countless times, she still couldn't get enough.
"What," Sinclair's lips curved into a smirk.
"Happy with what you see?"
