Harlan
"Please."
To hear her begging was his undoing.
She ran a hand through his abdomen, the touch almost making him shiver as he tugged up the hoodie she was wearing and threw it on the floor.
She gasped as the cold air hit her breasts, and he sucked a breath as he saw her.
She tried to tug down his joggers but failed, and he was too busy taking the rest of his clothes off her body.
He didn't want to help her until he was done.
He stared at her for a moment, admiring the symmetry of her body, the way she looked.
She was covering one of her scars with her free hand, and he frowned at that.
And even though he had seen her like that once before, this was the only time it counted.
Because that time, she was dying and at the dungeons, he barely looked.
"You are beautiful," he whispered, making sure she knew what he was thinking.
She blushed as she tugged his pants down, freeing him.
Maya gasped as she stared at him, and he couldn't help but smile.
