Lila
She woke in the dark. A thick, plush blanket laid over her that she didn't remember. She was confused for a moment about where she was, and what time it was.
The clock next to the bed said it was after eleven. And a couple of blinks helped her recognize the door to the bathroom, and back into the living area.
She was in the Penthouse.
The whole place was dark and silent, except for the light glowing outside the windows behind her because she hadn't closed the curtains. When she rolled over, her breath caught.
Dane stood, naked, in front of the window, silhouetted by the lights of the city in front of him.
