CRAVINGS;15 forbidden Desires
The endearment slipped out so naturally, so quietly, that it stole my breath.
I froze in the doorway, glass forgotten in my hand. “I… I’m fine.”
He set the book aside and stood, moving toward me with that measured stride that made my knees weak. He stopped just short of touching me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. The power imbalance hit me again — his height, his age, the way he carried the quiet authority of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.
“You’re not fine,” he said softly. “You’re fighting it. Fighting *us*. Come here.”