She felt safe, and content, and satisfied. Dawn light edged the draperies. The soft illumination ate away at the shadows and revealed the room’s floral wallpaper, the antique furniture, the Williamsburg print on the bed’s canopy. She might have been sleeping at a very nice bed-and-breakfast, not someone’s home. Daybreak exposed the truth. This wasn’t Simon’s bedroom. It was the guest room where he was only a temporary resident. Simon slept on, unaware of her thoughts, his hair spread out on the pillow, his chin sporting that oh-so-sexy shadow of stubble. He had just the slightest smile on his face, and there were threads of silver in his hair. It was funny, but she didn’t think they made him look old. They were kind of a turn-on. The two of them had behaved like a couple of crazy teenagers last night. And Molly would do it again in a New York minute. She would have made the night last forever if she could have. But time moves forward. She’d had her fun, and it was time to leave.
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