Tate POV
I gazed at Calista as she gracefully dressed, my eyes fixated on the intricate patterns etched onto her skin. The sight of our marks, now fully accepted by her, filled me with an overwhelming sense of joy.
"First time your eyes are actually in an appropriate place," Calista remarked, her voice breaking through the silence. I noticed her struggling to fasten her bra, her fingers fumbling with the tiny hooks. "Why the f**k do they make these contraptions impossible?" she muttered under her breath, her frustration palpable.
Without hesitation, I moved closer. I placed my hands over hers, guiding her through the process of securing the bra. Her skin felt soft and warm against my touch, igniting a tingling sensation that traveled up my arm.
"Maybe it's designed this way so we can'
