All he knew was that he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. When he’d told Sylvie she was the bravest and strongest woman he knew, he wasn’t lying. Only now he’d have to add softest, sweetest, sexiest and most passionate to the list, as well. He watched her eyes move under her closed lids, her hair spread over the pillow in wild waves. A smile played over her lips, the corners rising and falling with the flow of her dream. She looked so peaceful. More peaceful than she had since he’d met her. And he could only hope that he was a part of that. He couldn’t stand to see her as upset as she’d been last night. She hadn’t wanted to admit it, but seeing Yamal dead had hit her hard, and he knew that ever-present fear for her sister was no small part of it. He probably shouldn’t have come back to her room, shouldn’t have asked her to open the bathroom door, shouldn’t have kissed her, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. He hadn’t wanted to stop himself. Now he only hoped that she didn’t regret making love.
