Fern
The moment I step fully into his bedroom, the door closing softly behind me, the heat inside me spikes. It pulses through my veins like it's looking for somewhere to settle, and finding too many places instead. I try to breathe through it, to remind myself that this is just a room.
I take in my surroundings, trying to ground myself. Stone walls and heavy furniture. There is nothing dangerous here, but if that is the case, then why doesn't this place feel like a trap designed specifically for me?
Gaven's scent clings to the space. It is warm, masculine, and laced with something darker underneath. My skin prickles as if it recognizes it. As if it's been waiting to be trapped in this room with him for my whole life.
The pads of my fingers seem to tingle painfully with the u
