Sara’s POV
He was sitting on the bed now, the breakfast tray balanced on his lap. His dark hair was still slightly messy from sleep, and the sunlight streaming through the curtains made his skin glow faintly golden. My gaze slipped down his chest before I could stop myself — broad shoulders, sculpted abs. I quickly looked away, but it was too late. My cheeks were already burning.
He looked up at me then, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “Come here,” he said.
It wasn’t just what he said — it was how he said it. His voice was low, quiet, but filled with authority, like he expected me to obey. And what scared me was… part of me wanted to.
I blinked, unsure why my body reacted the way it did. My chest tightened. My stomach fluttered. My palms felt hot, and for a moment, I couldn’t
