Malem’s POV
We made it to the bedroom and the tension between us melted into something urgent and tender. He looked at me with an intensity that left me feeling exposed and wanted all at once — like I was both his refuge and his prey — and there was a gentle ferocity in the way he moved toward me.
He guided me to the bed with careful hands, unbuttoning my shirt and peeling away the last of my defenses. Every touch was slow and deliberate, a quiet conversation of fingertips and breath. When his hand found me, it was warm and certain; I arched into him without thinking, carried by the momentum of everything we’d said and not said.
I wanted to tell him how much I missed him, how much I thought of this moment since his last trip, but I couldn’t I didn’t want too many vulnerabilities in thi
