Sienna woke up the following morning to the feeling of a familiar warmth that enveloping her; she was snuggled up in an embrace, an arm draped across her waist, holding her close in such a possessive manner.
Her eyes fluttered open to welcome an unfamiliar environment. Soft morning light slipped through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden light across a bed large enough for ten people. The walls were made with marble, the floors with expensive dark wood, and the furniture, though minimal, was expensive. Everything about the space whispered wealth and simplicity.
And wrapped around her, still sleeping, was Isaac.
His face was relaxed in a way she had never seen before. The usually creased lines of his forehead were smoothened, his hair fell across his forehead, and he looked almost vulnerable.
Sienna's heart stuttered.
