Chapter 36.
The morning light filtered softly through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows of the black penthouse, kissing Amelia’s bare shoulder where the sheets had slipped. The cool air stirred gently across her skin, waking her before she even opened her eyes.
She stirred slowly, turning in the silky sheets, only to find his gaze already on her.
Maximo sat at the edge of the bed, dark eyes resting on her like he had been watching her for hours. Because he had been watching her for a long time indeed.
Not touching. Just staring.
His face was unreadable, but his stare was heavy. Like he was memorizing her.
Their eyes met—and held.
Neither of them said a word. God! The moment was heavenly!
For a moment, there was only the soft hum of the city beyond the window and the quiet rise
