Danny's POV
My legs were still trembling, locked around Chadwick’s waist like they were trying to fuse into his skin. The air in the study was a thick, humid soup of our breathing and the sharp, metallic tang of the s*x we had just finished. My head was resting against his shoulder, my pulse hammering against the side of his neck.
I pulled back just an inch, my eyes searching his. The predator was gone. The dark, bottomless void I had seen in him for weeks had flickered out, replaced by something terrifyingly soft. He looked… human. He looked like a man who had just handed over his soul and was waiting for me to do something with it.
"What did you say?" I muttered. My voice was a wrecked, gravelly mess. "Before. About a divorce."
Chadwick let out a low, huffy laugh, the kind that vibra
