Dane's POV:
I lay there in the bed, staring into the dark, my body rigid in a way sleep has no claim over, every muscle held in a careful stillness as if the slightest shift might undo whatever fragile peace she's found beside me.
I turn around slowly, deliberately, counting the movement in my head so my body doesn't brush hers in the slightest, not my knee, not my arm, not even the hem of the sheet, because the moment I feel her skin I know I won't be able to pretend this is just rest anymore.
She smells like… like a springtime sin.
Warm and soft and alive in a way that makes my cock twitch.
There's something almost cruel about how good she smells, like her body is completely unaware of the damage it's doing to mine.
Every nerve in my body is stretched tight, pulled thin by her presence, overwhelmed and starving at the same time, her being here both a necessity and a threat, something I need and something I'm not allowed to reach for.
