Chapter 74

Amaya woke up in the quietude a little while before dawn. The only sound she could hear was the gentle wash of the water against the sides of the yacht. Chase was sleeping spoon-like behind her, one of his arms over her waist, his legs entwined with hers. She had never spooned anyone before. It was such a cosy, intimate feeling to be curled up together, skin to skin. She listened to the sound of his breathing, feeling each rise and fall of his chest against the naked skin of her back.

She glanced down at the band of his tanned, hair-roughened arm around her waist. The contrast of his darker-toned skin against her creamy white made something tingle and shiver deep and low in her belly. The curtains weren’t drawn as they were so far away from anyone in the private cove they’d anchored the yacht in the night before. The stars were like handfuls of diamonds flung over a dark velvet blanket, twinkling and winking, existing in a timeless and spectacular array. It struck her how long it had