Page 25 of Forever and Always #1

BOBBY

R esting my head on Darke’s chest, I savor the steady rhythm of his heart and the gentle rise and fall of his breath. His scent, a captivating blend of soap and cologne, envelops me in a comforting warmth.

Lost in the music, I hold him tightly, my arms wrapped securely around his strong frame. He pulls me closer, his embrace both protective and passionate. In this moment, I feel utterly at home, cherished and adored.

The soft caress of his shirt against my cheek invites me to nuzzle deeper into the warmth of his skin. His fingers trace gentle patterns through my hair, a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a state of pure contentment.

As the music fades, Darke’s husky whisper sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re breathtaking, Bobby. I can’t wait for later.” My heart swells with love for this extraordinary man. My beast, and my protector.