The morning light slipped through the windows, pale and gold, washing over the wide sweep of his penthouse. It found him first — Ahmir — stretched across the bed, bare shoulders lit where the sheets had fallen away. He looked… quiet. Not harmless. Never that. But softer, the edges of him blurred by sleep, like someone had taken the steel and dipped it in honey.
The room still smelled like him. Cedar. Clean skin. Spice. And me. My body ached in that deep, humming way that came from being undone and put back together in the same night. Every shift, every breath reminded me of his hands, his mouth, the way he’d said my name like a vow and a warning wrapped in one. I’d decided last night — no more hesitation. No more pretending. I’d given in completely and left my walls on the floor with my d
