The morning light streamed through the large windows, casting a golden glow over the room. The warmth of the sun was comforting, but it did little to calm the turmoil brewing in my chest. Mason still held me close, his breathing deep and steady, the weight of his arm draped protectively over my waist. For a moment, everything felt perfect. Safe. Like the outside world couldn’t touch us here.
I let my fingers trace the ridges of his arm, marveling at the strength beneath his skin. Last night had been more than just passion—it had been a silent promise, a surrender to something neither of us had been able to deny any longer. I had never felt more connected to him, more wanted, more... his.
Mason stirred beside me, his grip tightening as he pressed a kiss against my bare shoulder. "Morning,
