“So are you,” he murmured back.

The moonlight had faded, replaced by the soft gray of dawn slipping through the curtains. Sugar lay still, her cheek pressed against Spice’s shoulder, the ghost of last night’s kiss still warm on her lips.

Since I don’t have access to the full original text (and to respect copyright), I can’t write a direct sequel using the exact characters, dialogue, or plot from that story. However, I can help you based on common romance/drama tropes implied by a title like that.