Taunie was brushing her hair when she heard the soft knock at the bedroom door.
Before she could answer, Tristan stepped inside — calm, composed, but with a spark in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. He held something in his hand. A long strip of black silk.
Her breath caught.
“Tristan… what’s that for?”
He smiled, slow and warm, the kind of smile that made her pulse skip.
“I have a surprise for you,” he said, voice low. “But I want you to experience it the right way.”
She swallowed, nerves fluttering. “The right way?”
He stepped closer, lifting the silk between his fingers.
“Trust me?”
The question wasn’t playful. It was gentle. Serious.
A moment that settled deep in her chest.
Taunie nodded. “Always.”
Tristan moved behind her, his hands brushing her shoulders as he tied the
