Dylan woke first, his eyes on him. Her hair unruly, lips parted in peaceful sleep. A slow smile curved across his face.
He'd always been a man of control, discipline, and detachment. But now, watching her, he couldn't deny the truth that had been building in him, tightening around his ribs currently.
He needed to know for sure. Maybe Allan could help him unpack it. Dylan wasn't the kind of man to throw the word love around recklessly. Actually, he'd never said that to anyone. But… What if that's exactly what this was?
Still, the thought nagged him. Would she be disappointed if I told her? Would she believe me, or think it was just the heat of what we share? Would she want more… or run?
He reached out and gently trailed a single finger along the side of her neck, just below her jawline. Her skin was warm, soft, and inviting. She shifted under his touch with a quiet moan, her body instinctively pressing back into his.
