HIRAM'S POV:

I sit on the edge of the bed for a moment, her scent lingering in the air, taunting me. My body hums with frustration and longing, thinking of the fact I have to let her go. I want more of her, but her safety matters first. As the ghost of her lips burns against mine, I push myself up with a groan, making my way to the bathroom like I have no mind of my own.

The sound of running water greets me as I open the door, and I see her standing naked in front of the mirror. Her fingers toy ...