By the time Tristan got home, it was late into the night.

Layla was waiting for him to come back with a warm, soft light on in the room. Leaning against the headboard, her eyes half-closed, she slowly drifted off when he walked in.

She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but when she woke up, she found Tristan sitting on the edge of the bed gazing at her.

She instantly reached out as if wanting to capture this moment.

With a soft chuckle, Tristan gathered her ...