Chapter 10

In the early morning, a cool sensation brushed across his chest like a faint, lingering kiss. Gary was still half-asleep. He instinctively pulled the person in his arms closer, catching her fingertips with his own. His voice was hoarse and full of affection. "Quinn, stop teasing." But as soon as the words left his mouth, he froze. That hand… Quinley had worked as a housekeeper and caregiver. Life had never been easy for her, and over the years, a thin layer of calluses formed on her hands. Even after Gary showered her with love and had someone formulate a custom hand cream just for her, those rough patches held on, like a mark time refused to erase. On countless quiet nights, he would slowly run his fingers over hers, his touch filled with aching affection. But the skin under his touch now was far too soft and smooth. A sudden rush of memories exploded in his mind. He jolted upright in bed. The room was a mess, and clothes were scattered across the floor. Luna lay naked on th