Chapter 17. Wishful Thinking

Sinclair

"Hmmm," soft butterfly kisses peppered her face, making her smile. She stretched languorously on the cloudlike mattress, the deep maroon satin sheet sliding down her naked body.

-Wait. Naked?- Sinclair blushed deeply. The memory of what transpired after Nicholas's confession was made known. She trusted him. He also trusted her in every aspect of his life. Her hero with a heart of gold.

"Wake up, sweetheart. I have brought us a late breakfast." Her lover murmured on her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Clutching him closer, she tried to pull him down. He shook his head and chuckled huskily. "Later, I promise. You have to get up. We are going somewhere."

"Where? I have classes, baby." She mumbled sleepily. The clean, masculine scent hovering above her was pulling her back to the dream world. Without warning, he hefted her in his arms, blankets tangled on her body, he effortlessly carried her to the private balcony of the master suite overlooking the lu