Chapter 66 Paradise Lost

• "Morning, beautiful."
• Michael's voice pulled me from sleep, husky and warm near my ear. I blinked against the sunlight streaming through the beach house windows, momentarily disoriented before the memories of last night flooded back. His hands on my skin. My name on his lips. The way we'd fallen back into each other as if eight years hadn't stretched between us like an ocean.
• I turned to find him propped on one elbow, watching me with those eyes that still made my stomach flip. He'd aged well—better than well. The silver threading his temples only made him look more distinguished, more powerful. The billionaire CEO look suited him.