The warm steam from the shower had washed away the cold grit of the industrial park, but my muscles were still tight, heavy with the lingering echo of adrenaline.
Now, the quiet room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of the bedside lamp. I lay flat on my stomach against the mattress while Drakon straddled my hips, his long, calloused fingers working methodically into the knots along my upper back and shoulders. The sheer weight and heat of him pressing me into the bed was grounding, a comforting anchor after the chaos of the night.
"I invited Linda to come here," I murmured, my voice somewhat muffled by the pillow beneath my cheek. "Or at least... to Rex."
Drakon’s hands didn't pull away, but I felt the instant, rigid pause in his movement. The smooth rhythm of his palms against my shou
