Mason Graves
I looked at her one last time, taking in the way her chest rose and fell in deep, steady breaths. Her eyes fluttered closed when I spoke in a strict voice, almost instinctively obeying. She knew not to argue, not now.
As I stepped toward the door, I bent down, picking up the discarded clothes from the floor. The scent of her skin still lingered on the fabric, teasing me with memories of the past hour. I exhaled sharply, tightening my grip on the silky material before glancing back at her one final time.
Then, without hesitation, I closed the door securely behind me, ensuring she wouldn’t come out.
I stood outside the room for a moment, holding her clothes in my hands. The air felt heavier now, charged with unspoken words and unfinished desires. She was right—I was damn
