-nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance... - -puremature-

She set the wine glass down on the cold steel of a side table. The soft clink was the only sound for a moment. She turned, and the city lights painted silver streaks across her bare arms. She walked to him, and this time, when she stopped, there were no inches left. Her body met his, a gentle, yielding pressure.

She heard the soft click of the bedroom door behind her. -PureMature- -Nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...

A slow smile touched Nicole’s lips, a rare, unguarded thing that softened her entire being. “And now?” She set the wine glass down on the

“Come here,” he said softly, not a command, but an invitation. She walked to him, and this time, when

He stepped into the moonlight, barefoot, wearing only the loose linen pants he’d slept in. Leo. He was older, a photographer whose eyes had seen too much and whose heart had been locked away for years. He’d met Nicole at a gallery opening six months ago, a collision of his weary cynicism and her vibrant, guarded grace. She was an enigma he’d stopped trying to solve, and that, he realized, was why he’d fallen for her.

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “I’ve spent a lot of nights alone in this room,” he confessed, his voice rough. “I thought I liked the quiet. But I was just waiting for a quiet I could share.”