Amelia woke up to the soft glow of morning light streaming through the sheer curtains of the penthouse bedroom. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was—forgot the silk sheets, the luxurious pillows, the weight of the night before still lingering in her mind.
Then reality settled in.
She turned onto her side, expecting to find the space beside her empty. Andrew had never given her the impression that he was the kind of man to stay after taking what he wanted. But to her surprise, he was still there.
Propped up on one elbow, Andrew was watching her. His dark eyes were unreadable, his face relaxed in a way she hadn’t seen before.
"Good morning, sugar," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
Amelia stiffened. "You stayed."
His lips curled into a smirk. "I did."
She sat up, clutching t……
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