Macon Forrester

It wasn’t sex. But it was something. Getting her to shower with me was the closest form of intimacy I had managed to get out of Serena aside from a few kisses and her agreeing to sleep in the same bed. I was hard just thinking about seeing her naked. Of course, I had seen her naked at The Revealing, but that was a different thing entirely. She had been going through something traumatic, getting my name tattooed on the back of her by ancient magic. This time, I ...