Sera's POV
A sudden wave of nervousness tightened in my chest. The only person who had ever touched me was Lucian. With him, it had never been about warmth, intimacy, or choice—it was forced, harsh, and something I had survived rather than wanted. The memories flickered like unwanted ghosts, making my pulse race.
Gideon’s large, warm hands began to slide slowly under the hem of my shirt. As the fabric lifted against my skin, my body involuntarily tensed.
Gideon froze instantly. His dark eyes locked onto mine, watching every flicker of emotion on my face as he carefully lifted the shirt off and set it aside. I leaned my head back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling and trying to control the erratic rhythm of my heart.
A low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest as his gaze s
