Armani
The moonlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting silver shadows across Rena's skin. Armani could barely breathe as he gazed down at her, his heart thundering against his ribs. Something was tugging at the edges of his consciousness—a warning, a reminder—but he pushed it away, drowning in the moment he'd dreamed of for what felt like forever.
"Rena," he whispered, her name a prayer on his lips. "Do you know how long I've wanted this? Wanted you?"
Her eyes, luminous in the dim light, held his. "Show me," she breathed.
There was something important, something he needed to tell her before they crossed this line. The thought floated just beyond his grasp, but then her fingers traced the line of his jaw, and coherent thought scattered like autumn leaves in a storm.
"I'v
