-nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance... | -puremature-

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “I’ve spent a lot of nights alone in this room,” he confessed, his voice rough. “I thought I liked the quiet. But I was just waiting for a quiet I could share.”

The night deepened around them, the only romance that mattered unfolding in the space between two people who had finally stopped holding their breath. Outside, the city roared. Inside, there was only the soft sound of discovery, and the quiet, profound beginning of forever. -PureMature- -Nicole Aniston- Nighttime Romance...

“Now,” he said, taking her hand and leading her away from the window, back towards the rumpled sheets of the bed, where the city lights became a distant, forgotten galaxy. “Now, I don’t want to sleep at all.” He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes

“The city’s too loud tonight,” he said, coming to stand beside her, close but not touching. That was their dance. A magnetic field of almost. But I was just waiting for a quiet I could share

She set the wine glass down on the cold steel of a side table. The soft clink was the only sound for a moment. She turned, and the city lights painted silver streaks across her bare arms. She walked to him, and this time, when she stopped, there were no inches left. Her body met his, a gentle, yielding pressure.

She heard the soft click of the bedroom door behind her.

The downtown loft was a cathedral of glass and steel, all sharp angles and city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Nicole Aniston stood before one of them, her silhouette a dark, elegant curve against the glittering tapestry of the night. She held a glass of deep red wine, not drinking, just letting the cool glass rest against her palm.