Through the night

Angel nestled herself deeper within Tryson's embrace, her body pressed so close against his that she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest and inhale the intoxicating scent that clung to him—a cologne that sent shivers down her spine. In that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

She had fought battles, conquered fears, and possessed more than she had ever dreamed, yet this—this—was the moment she had longed for.

This was how Tryson chose to confess his love.

Her heart pounded wildly, a thrilling rush surging through her veins as she snuggled even closer, melting into the warmth of his arms. A knowing smile touched his lips as he, too, felt the silent electricity sparking between them.

Then, with a tenderness that made her breath hitch, he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

His voice, both hoarse and gentle, spilled into the charged air in a whisper that sent a delicious chill down her spine.