Moonlight spilled across the bedroom, catching the fox shapes in the lanterns hanging on the ceiling. Sienna lay sprawled lazily on the silken sheets, her hair a dark halo around her face. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Her breathing was slightly labored.
Elias leaned over, eyes gleaming with unmistakable intent. "Another round," he murmured, voice low and husky. "We didn't take that walk like we planned, so we must work off the calories in another way."
It sounded technical, but they both knew his sudden desire of working out at night had nothing to do with real exercises. He was just indulging in lust.
Sienna pushed his head away with a palm, rolling her eyes. "We did it once in the morning and we have just done it again." she said flatly, as if reminding him of the day's schedule.
He chuckled, undeterred. "Three is the lucky number."
