The night crept slowly along the walls of Hunter Jackson’s luxurious apartment. Dim lights cast soft shadows that wrapped around every corner of the room. In the master bedroom, Evelina Willson stood in front of the mirror, letting her long hair fall freely. Her new face reflected the soft glow of the night lamp—serene, yet cautious.
But that calm was quickly disturbed by the sound of heavy footsteps. Hunter Jackson entered, his body relaxed, but his eyes burning with desire.
“You’re still awake,” he said softly.
Evelina turned slightly, nodding. “You’re not asleep either?”
Hunter moved closer. The scent of his masculine cologne filled the space between them. His gaze traveled from her head to toe, unabashed and lingering.
“You know,” he murmured, voice thick, “I still remember our ki
