The light in the room had been reduced almost completely, but a soft glow still came from a floor lamp, its golden focus resting on the wide sofa in the corner of the room. The soft upholstery was covered with plush blankets in shades of burgundy and cream. On a small side table, a tray with fresh grapes, peach slices, strawberries, and a bottle of red wine waited like a silent ritual.

Lauren could barely feel her own feet touching the floor.

Yusuf carried her with care, his strong arms ...