Evaline:
The moment Oscar lowered me onto the bed, a soft sigh slipped past my lips. Not from exhaustion. Not entirely. But from the overwhelming warmth still wrapped around me... inside me.
Around us.
He pulled the blanket over my body with a kind of care that made my chest tighten. Like I was something fragile. Precious.
His.
The thought alone sent a quiet shiver down my spine.
He was about to climb in beside me when I reached out, catching his wrist.
"Wait."
His brows lifted slightly as his gaze dropped to me with quiet curiosity.
I pointed toward his robe, and watched as a slow knowing smirk spread across his lips instantly.
Of course he understood.
Without a word, he reached up and slipped the robe off his shoulders, letting it fall carelessly aside. My eyes lingered on his bare chest, still faintly damp from the shower. His muscles appeared relaxed yet undeniably strong beneath my gaze.
Heat curled low in my stomach again.
Stars…
