The next day, the first rays of dawn spilled over Imperia's horizon, separating night from day and heralding a new beginning.
Lianne woke up, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She groggily rubbed them and tilted her chin up to see the man beside her, his eyes closed and his breathing even.
She raised a hand and gently brushed aside the short, dark hair that had fallen across his forehead. It partially hid his striking features, making him look almost... docile.
Lianne yawned, wrapped her arms around Seth Sinclair's lean waist, and snuggled deeper into his embrace to continue sleeping with him.
She wasn't sure when it had become a habit, but whenever she woke up and saw him, she could tell he hadn't rested well, so she would instinctively stay in bed to help him catch up on sleep.
The next time she woke, it was ten o'clock.
