“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice a low, smoky murmur that didn't quite reach a whisper.
“Now,” he said, taking her hand and leading her away from the window, back towards the rumpled sheets of the bed, where the city lights became a distant, forgotten galaxy. “Now, I don’t want to sleep at all.” -PureMature- -Nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...
She heard the soft click of the bedroom door behind her. “Couldn’t sleep either
He brought his hands up, not with heat, but with reverence. His fingertips traced the line of her jaw, the delicate shell of her ear. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. This was the purest form of romance, Nicole thought. It wasn’t about grand gestures or breathless declarations. It was this: the quiet intimacy of being truly seen. He brought his hands up, not with heat, but with reverence