Briggs POV
Hours had passed since we’d collapsed onto the bed, bodies slick and spent, the kind of exhaustion that comes only after you’ve poured everything into someone and they’ve taken it without asking for mercy.
The penthouse was quiet now, Lumi lay curled against my side, her head tucked under my chin, one leg thrown over mine like she’d claimed the territory even in sleep.
Her breathing was deep and even, the soft rise and fall of her chest brushing my skin with every inhale. The sheets were a tangled mess around us, carrying the sharp, intimate scent of sweat and the faint trace of her perfume that always lingered like a challenge.
I didn’t sleep, couldn’t. My mind kept replaying the way she’d looked up at me on that desk—eyes wide, lips parted, body yielding completely while
