Windsor's POV
"So, how was it?" Zion's voice cut through the quiet as he stretched out beside me, his eyes searching my face with that familiar intensity.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I turned away from his probing gaze. "Do you really need me to spell it out for you?"
A low laugh rumbled from his chest, the sound making my stomach flutter in ways I didn't want to acknowledge. "Fair enough. Though considering it was your first time and all..."
"It was... good," I whispered, barely audible even to myself.
"What was that?" His tone carried that insufferable smugness I'd grown accustomed to, though something softer lingered beneath it.
I shoved his shoulder playfully, refusing to meet his eyes. "You heard me perfectly well."
That deep chuckle again, rich and warm like honey, sent another wave of heat through me. The sound was dangerously similar to the ones he'd made earlier, and I buried my face deeper into the pillow.
