{ "My soul made love to your soul long before our bodies met." }
The room was still, wrapped in the thick silence of the predawn hour. I'd managed to drift into a shallow sleep, the kind that barely touches the edge of rest when you're too deep in strategy to truly let go.
Then I heard it. A low, aching moan, soft but raw, ripped through the quiet like a spark through dry grass. My eyes snapped open, and another moan followed, deeper this time, trembling with something primal. I turned my head, and Ralph was twisted in the sheets, his sweat-slicked skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. His brows were furrowed, his lips parted as he let out another breathy sound—one that made something deep inside me snap taut. His hand clenched the edge of the bedding while the other fisted in his hair, and gods, the way he bit his bottom lip—
It took me a full second to realize I was already sitting upright in the bed, my pulse hammering. My nostrils flared.
And then I smelled it.
