Skylar

The intimacy of the act, the careful way he tends to me, stirs something deep and primal within. My breath catches, and I'm vividly aware of every place his skin meets mine. My heart rate picks up, betraying my attempt at composure. But it's not terror that feeds the rapid thrumming—it's the burgeoning seed of trust taking root.

Why does this feel different? I question inwardly, my thoughts a whirlwind. Mason's rejection lingers like an echo, a painful reminder of ...