Rowan
She was going to be the death of me. My body felt like a firework strung too tight, every fuse burning faster the longer I stayed this close to her. Every brush of her skin, every soft shift of her body against mine, every breath that left her lips in those quiet, trembling sounds. It built, layered, and stacked into something dangerously close to unraveling me completely.
I had faced down enemies without hesitation. Blood, war, power, training, none of it had ever made me feel out of control. But this? This was different. This was her.
I stilled my hand beneath the water, forcing myself to pause before instinct took over completely. My fingers rested low on her abdomen, just shy of where I knew she wanted them most. I could feel the tension in her body, the subtle shift as she
