The moon was high, casting a soft glow through the large window as I jolted awake in the middle of the night.

I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dim flickering firelight, and saw Zion crouched by the fireplace, shirtless, adding wood to the hearth. His muscles flexed with each movement, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of heat that had nothing to do with the fire. The orange glow danced over his bare, muscular back, making him look like a bronze statue come to life.

Before I ...