Armani’s POV
The darkness stretches between us, thick with unsaid words and unspoken desires.
Rena shifts, restless, her presence impossible to ignore. I can sense every small movement—the slight hitch in her breath, the way the mattress dips and rises as she tries to find comfort. I promised her I wouldn’t touch her unless she asked. And I won’t.
But damn, does she make it difficult.
I close my eyes, inhaling slowly. The scent of her lingers in the air—soft, warm, something delicate yet entirely consuming. My body betrays me, drawn to her in ways I have no right to be. If she knew just how much I want her, how much restraint it takes to keep my distance, she’d probably run.
Eventually, her breathing evens out. She’s asleep.
I should follow suit, but my mind refuses to quiet. Normall
