A Dawn of Intimacy
The first light of dawn crept through the curtains in gleaming golden silk, bathing the room in the warm glow. It softened gently across the bed, lighting the coils of limbs and silver-stamped skin that were stretched out together under the bedclothes.
Leon moved first, golden eyes slowly opening to accommodate the light. His eyes went immediately to the woman who was huddled in his side—Cynthia. Her gentle breathing whispered against his bare chest, her dark lashes twitching very slightly as she slept. Her long black hair draped across his shoulder like a silken shawl, bits of it caught tenderly on his skin.
His arm remained around her, hand hovering above her hips, and he didn't stir—didn't dare break the tranquility of this moment. Her leg was thrown over his, skin to skin, and his other hand – fingers knotted loosely in her hair. For a long time, he just lay there, watching her sleep.
