Harden’s POV
We were still stretched out there, skin warm, breaths a little uneven, the room humming softly like it was holding its breath with us. Time felt lazy. Heavy. Like it didn’t want to move on without permission.
She felt perfect in my hands. Just the right size for the woman that I craved.
My mind was a mess of tangled thoughts.
How had one night changed me so much that I felt like I didn’t even know myself?
It was crazy how things changed. How life felt sometimes.
I moved my legs gently, testing if the pain had now reduced.
But it was far from getting better.
She noticed how my body jolted when I moved the leg.
She shifted even closer to me. And then she kept her hand on my chest. Her fingers splayed as if she belonged there.
“Are your legs okay?” She asked me. Her voi
