In the mirror…
I stared at my reflection.
The white dress looked softer under the bedroom lights. I looked flushed, skin glowing, lips slightly parted. Changed.
Not the girl who’d once feared what she might want.
Now, I knew.
I reached for the zipper—but before I could move, there was a soft knock.
Then Rhys’s voice: “Need help?”
Of course he’d followed.
“I said I’ve got it.”
“I heard,” he said, pushing the door open anyway. “I didn’t believe you.”
He came in slowly, eyes on mine. Not rushing, not teasing—just watching me.
He reached for the zipper, brushing my hair aside, fingers warm against the curve of my spine.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered, his breath ghosting along my neck. “You walk into that club wearing this, and I swear to the gods, I won’t be able to k
