Chapter 93

Eleanor moved, a pleasant smile gracing her lips as she opened her eyes. The room was still dark, and she was covered in a new sheet, that reached up to her neck. She smiled again, then turned to Conaan.

His breaths were even, and his face was turned to her, his hand resting delicately on her stomach, his lashes moving only slightly.

She leaned back, propping the pillow so she could watch him. Her fingers slowly traced his face, dropping to his sharp jawline. She smiled and moved even closer, her face nuzzling into the base of his neck.

He smelled beautiful, and she sighed, her fingers wrapping around him as she savoured his beautiful scent, and his warmth, her eyes closing once more.

It was dusk now, and she smiled to herself. A whole day with no interruptions, it had been more than her best dreams. She smiled, a little sigh escaping her lips, every detail etched in her mind.

With a small movement, she grabbed one of the clean sheets Conaan had apparently cov