Naomi's POV

Today was one of the calmest mornings I've had since we came here. It was not silent—the waves still hissed softly against the rocks, birds still called from the trees beyond the villa—but the way inside felt quiet.

There was no need to rush. No mental to-do list whispering in my ears. Just warmth, and the faint scent of citrus from the oil Raymond had rubbed onto my skin the night before.

I stirred in the sheets, lazy and slow, my leg brushing against his, Raymond didn’t ...