Chapter 92

The next morning. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the comforter. Victoria slowly opened her eyes, gaze settling on the man beside her. His eyes were closed, so the usual obsidian glint in them was hidden. All she could see were his long, dark lashes, casting delicate shadows beneath his eyes. With that high nose bridge and naturally pink lips, Theodore looked absurdly good—even in sleep. Unable to resist, Victoria reached out, lightly running her fingers over his lashes, down the bridge of his nose, and finally pausing at his lips. "Not planning to get up today, are you?" Theodore snatched her wandering hand, his eyes now open and a playful smile on his face. Truth be told, he'd woken up the moment she touched him. But he'd been curious, wondering what she was up to—only to find her hand becoming increasingly... daring. If she kept going, they were going to have a real problem. His gaze turned almost predatory. Startled, Victoria tried to pull her finger