ZURI

The room was quiet except for the faint sound of the rain outside and the soft rhythm of our breaths. The candles were burning low, and their light stretched lazily across the sheets.

I lay on my side, resting my head against Tyr’s chest, feeling the slow rise and fall beneath my cheek. His fingers traced slow circles down my arm, leaving a warmth that felt deeper than the bath we had just shared.

He bent his head a little and brushed his lips over the top of my hair. “You should ...