Freya's POV
Late that evening, just the two of us beneath a canopy of stars, we had brewed tea beside the crackling fire.
Every moment felt perfectly aligned, every sensation impossible to resist.
But when desire reached its peak, he pulled himself away from me.
"Freya... you need to wake up, or something might actually happen between us—" Mack withdrew, his finger gently tapping my nose in a playful warning.
I blinked through the haze clouding my vision, meeting the brilliant warmth in his gaze, the tenderness and devotion written across his features. For one breathless instant, I wanted nothing more than to cast aside every reservation and claim him completely.
"Mack Ben, you better not regret passing up this chance..." I whispered, nestling deeper into his arms.
"Never. We have forever ahead of us." His voice rumbled low and rich as he held me close, his lips brushing soft kisses across my skin.
I surrendered completely to his gentle affection.
