Because you're Mine*

The room was heavy with silence, but it wasn't the empty kind. It was charged, alive, vibrating with every unspoken word, every brush of skin. The faint glow of moonlight leaked through the blinds, streaking across her like something out of a dream, making her look almost surreal. Like art. No, not art. Something even better—alive, breathing, his.

Tessa reached for him, no hesitation in her movements, peeling away his layers like she was unwrapping a gift she'd been waiting a lifetime for. Her hands slid under his shirt first, and his skin burned under her touch, every inch of him hyper-aware of her fingers. She wasn't just undressing him; she was claiming him, and he was letting her.

Parker couldn't stop his own hands, though. They found their way under the oversized white shirt she wore—his shirt. His fingers grazed her back, soft and warm, tracing lazy lines across her spine like he was trying to memorize every inch. And damn, maybe he was.