Kyra and Ryder stepped out of the shower, the room still warm and humid from the steam. Kyra wrapped herself in a towel, her mood noticeably lighter after their shared moment of intimacy. Ryder, ever calm and composed, grabbed a towel and dried himself off before walking into the bedroom slipping on a pair of jeans.
Kyra stood by the edge of the bed, her eyes drawn to him as he moved. The way his muscles flexed with each motion, the effortless strength he exuded—it was intoxicating. A wave of heat pulsed through her, her heart beating faster with each passing second.
She turned towards him, unable to resist the pull. Slowly, she walked up behind him, her fingers tracing the defined lines of his back and shoulders. Her touch was light, almost reverent, as if she were memorizing every inch
