ISLA
My body still hummed from the intensity of what we almost shared.
Gideon’s body had been so close, his arousal evident against me, stirring my own response – a warmth that lingered even now, sitting low and insistent, refusing to be reasoned away.
The bond had been roaring between us. His hands on my skin. That sound he made against my mouth.
And then I pulled back.
Because the shadows had arrived the way they always did; uninvited, unwelcome, the cold of Jaxon’s hands and the garden and the feeling of being held down, and I needed air, space, the cool tile of the bathroom floor beneath my feet.
Now I stood here, towel wrapped around me, my damp hair brushing his shirt as I leaned into his chest and tried to locate the version of myself that knew how to be in this situation.
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