Macon Forrester
It wasn’t sex. But it was something. Getting her to shower with me was the closest form of intimacy I had managed to get out of Serena aside from a few kisses and her agreeing to sleep in the same bed. I was hard just thinking about seeing her naked. Of course, I had seen her naked at The Revealing, but that was a different thing entirely. She had been going through something traumatic, getting my name tattooed on the back of her by ancient magic. This time, I would get to enjoy her.
I didn’t want to scare her off. I wanted her to feel safe with me. But I also wanted to get the chance to have everything I had been craving since the moment that I found out she was my mate.