Windsor's POV
His words hung in the air between us, heavy with promise.
"You're way too beautiful right now to resist."
Before I could even process what was happening, my hands found the edge of his towel, gripping the fabric like it was my lifeline.
"Zion," I breathed against his mouth, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. "There are no cameras here."
"This isn't about the points," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin as his forehead touched mine.
Something shifted inside my chest, like a wall finally crumbling. I pressed my lips back to his with a hunger I didn't know I possessed. My arms circled his neck while his found my waist, his calloused hands surprisingly tender against my skin.
Here we were, in some stranger's abandoned cabin, and I was clinging to the man I thought I despised when we first crossed paths. Now he felt like the only source of heat in this cold, empty world.
None of this made logical sense.
