His Only Exception

Donovan was on the couch, clad in nothing but a bathrobe that partially revealed his chest as droplets of water rolled down his neck. His very presence in the room commanded attention.

For a brief moment, Valerie felt as if Donovan was a dazzling spark in the dark.

It was as though a glance at him would wash her exhaustion away.

As Donovan turned to her, he chided, “Why did you come back so late?”