SADE

Kross watched me from the foot of the bed now. He was still fully dressed in that black button-down that hugged his shoulders just right, sleeves rolled to his elbows, eyes dark and patient but hungry. He didn’t move yet, just let me have this moment, let me peel the first button open while his gaze stayed glued to every inch of skin I revealed. The fabric parted slowly, and I saw his jaw tighten, saw the way his fingers flexed like he was fighting not to reach for me too fast.

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