Whispers of Tomorrow

Clara

Warm hands trail over my bare skin as I come awake, tracing the curve of my belly, outlining the shape of my breasts. Thorne’s perusal is slow and steady, not meaning to arouse, but merely explore. My back is flush to his chest, and his broad shoulders offer endless support for my aching spine.

His warm voice rumbles in my ear, but I quickly realize he’s not talking to me. “The cities were m