RENEE

I couldn't sleep. Or, at the very least, I tried not to.

Not with Robert—this handsome hunk of a man—next to me in bed.

Besides, I was scared that if I closed my eyes, he'd vanish, and everything that had transpired tonight would be a figment of my imagination. I didn't want that, so I kept my eyes open.

With slumber seemingly far away from me and my gaze fixed on the ceiling, the memories of earlier came flooding back with bittersweet intensity.

A faint smile emerged on my ...