MasukI grabbed his hand and practically dragged him upstairs. The first door at the end of the hallway opened into my old bedroom. Pale pink wallpaper, bear-print sheets, even my favorite old collection of Grimm’s fairy tales still sitting on the desk. Next door was my parents’ room, and even the perfum
Ashley’s POV High above the clouds, the Gulfstream hummed with that steady, almost sleepy vibration. I rested my cheek against Hebert’s bare chest, listening to the calm, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. Outside the window, thick clouds drifted past like giant cotton candy, the sunlight brushing t
**From Hebert's Perspective** I leaned back into the leather seat, my hands gripping the armrests so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The air in the cabin felt thin, as if all the oxygen had been sucked out, leaving only the faint sweetness of her perfume and the deafening roar of my own hear
I could feel the tension in his thigh muscles so clearly, like the strength under that thin suit fabric was trying to surge right into my skin. The cedar scent clinging to his open collar was so thick it felt like it wrapped around my whole head, trapping me in this weird, dizzying haze. The desire
The afternoon sunlight slid through the blinds in neat, pale stripes, stretching across the long conference table. I flipped through the project proposal in my hands—beautifully bound, the edges already softened from use. Whoever worked on this had clearly traded a lot of sleep for these pages. Sit
The toast came out crisp and fragrant on the outside, soft as warm pudding inside, melting the second it hit your tongue, with vanilla and cinnamon dancing right through the flavor. I took off the apron and carried the delicate white porcelain plate upstairs. When I pushed open the bedroom door, As







