Windsor's POV
I stared at the phone sitting on the nightstand, its camera not yet active. But Zion was already touching me like we had started filming. His hands traced patterns across my skin, leaving trails of fire wherever his fingers grazed.
"Do we really need to go through with this?" I whispered, throwing my arms over my face to hide.
He pulled my arms away with surprising gentleness.
"We do," he said quietly. "This will help. The pain will be less if you're ready for me first."
"You're not going to start recording yet?"
"No." His voice was rough. "The shorter we keep the stream, the better for both of us."
I nodded, but then noticed he had gone completely still. When I lowered my arms and looked at him, something had changed. Even in the dim light, I could sense his hesitation.
"What is it?" I asked.
He dragged his fingers through his damp hair, fresh from his shower.
"Are you absolutely certain about this, Windsor?"
