Tyson laid me down on the bed with a tenderness I hadn’t expected from him. His strength had always been undeniable, but the way he handled me now—with care, reverence even—made my breath hitch. His lips captured mine in a searing kiss, his body pressing against me as if he wanted to savor these few precious moments alone before his brothers inevitably joined us.
“My love,” he murmured, his hands skimming over my face, gently tucking strands of hair behind my ear. His eyes, dark and intense, searched mine as if committing every detail to memory. “Unless you object, we’ve agreed on doing this by age. That way, no one gets hurt.”
A slow exhale left my lips as relief washed over me. I hadn’t realized how much tension I’d been holding in until now. It was comforting to know they had settled
