“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asked, her voice a low, smoky murmur that didn't quite reach a whisper.
“Now,” he said, taking her hand and leading her away from the window, back towards the rumpled sheets of the bed, where the city lights became a distant, forgotten galaxy. “Now, I don’t want to sleep at all.” -PureMature- -Nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...
“Come here,” he said softly, not a command, but an invitation. “Couldn’t sleep either
He’d photographed supermodels, war zones, the desolate beauty of abandoned places. But he’d never seen a light like the one that lived inside Nicole. It wasn’t a blazing sun; it was a steady, quiet ember. She didn’t demand attention; she commanded it by simply being . Her blonde hair fell in soft, natural waves around her shoulders, and her face, even without a trace of makeup, held a classic, pure beauty that made his chest ache. She didn’t demand attention; she commanded it by
“Or maybe we’re just listening too closely,” she replied, finally taking a sip of the wine. He watched the bob of her throat.