Eve

The front door clicked shut behind us, the sound soft but final, sealing the quiet house around us. Sage had been discharged that morning, moving with careful deliberation, but the relief of being home again hummed between us like electricity. The drive had been wordless, his hand resting warm on my thigh the entire way, thumb drawing slow, absent circles that kept my pulse unsteady.

The moment we stepped into the shadowed foyer, he turned to me.

No hesitation.

His hands found my waist and pulled me flush against him, and his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that stole my breath. It was sudden, deep, and laced with...