Kayla would awaken that next morning to find Devon fast asleep at her side; a look of complete vulnerability as he was motionless; appearing completely at ease and as handsome as ever with his messy hair forced downward by the water and a lack of styling. She saw him exactly as he was in this moment; hers. But as she attempted to bring her fingers to the edge of his jaw or the available skin of his torso, she retracted as she still knew he held barriers with her; even if he wasn’t aware that he managed to knock all of hers down.
Deciding to keep him in this peaceful slumber, Kayla slipped away from the sheets and into the shower, where she marveled at the detail present within the bathroom; gold accents on everything and not a single object in sight that wasn’t engraved, embroidered, or
