Chapter Thirty-six (Saraya's POV) present Time…

I felt a tad bad when Dane made the kitchen maids bring back our food. They set the bowls and plates on the side corner of the room on a Persian rug surrounded by low-height bean bags. The setting reminded me of the Arabian princes' camping set-up in movies. It was cosy, exotic, and beautiful.

Dane had gone inside the bathroom to clean up and came back wearing coffee brown striped baggie shorts. I found I loved the colour of him. It was shades darker than his tan skin and seemed to blend quite well with his exotic features. He left his long hair loose and it fell in straight waves down his broad shoulders and to his waist. I swallowed when our eyes met.

"Eat," he said simply with a gentle tug at the corners of his lips.

"I was waiting for you," I replied. My voice sounded low and sultry. He reached out his left hand in my direction and I rose from the bed to take his hand. My skin tingled as he enclosed my hand in his and interlaced our fingers. I could have sworn he shivered