MILLIE'S POV
Braham watched as I undid each button, his eyes tracking every movement of my fingers. By the time I reached the last one, his breathing had gone ragged.
"Let me," he said, his voice barely above a growl.
He brushed my hands aside and parted the fabric slowly, like unwrapping something sacred. When my skin was exposed to him, he just looked at me for a long moment.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured. "I thought I remembered, but this..." His fingers traced along my collarbone, feather-light. "You're even more perfect than I dreamed."
Heat flooded through me at his words, at the reverence in his touch.
"I need to see you too," I said, tugging at his shirt.
He pulled it off in one smooth motion, and I let myself look. Really look.
Four years ago, I'd been too nervous, to
