After meeting the director that morning, Lyra hurried home as soon as her shift ended, eager to enjoy her day off.
Rowan, however, was caught in a meeting that stretched late into the day and didn't make it home until after she had arrived. They were set to leave for the Pierce estate later that evening.
"You're home." Lyra sat up quickly, drawn to the sound of the door easing open.
She slipped off the bed and stood as Rowan came in, her robe falling softly around her curves.
Her body ached for release, and she longed for nothing more than the warmth of his touch to melt away the tension.
"Not ready yet?" Rowan asked, glancing at his watch.
She opened her arms and looped them around his neck, pressing her body to his as she rose onto her tiptoes.
Their faces hovered inches apart, teasing him before she brushed a quick kiss against his lips.
Rowan's gaze darkened.
"What are you up to?" he asked, feeling his heart quicken.
