Zavian’s POV

Velvet leaned against me as soon as we stepped into the room. Her dress, still damp from the lake, clung to her body, and I could see the faint outlines of her curves beneath it. I gently cupped her face and kissed her softly, letting my hands wander over her back, feeling the warmth of her skin.

“Let me help you out of that,” I whispered, keeping my voice low. She nodded, a small shiver running through her as I tugged at the straps of her dress. Slowly, I eased the wet fabric down over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes held mine, dark...