Under His Gaze

I walk forward — towel still wrapped around me, still damp from the shower — but none of that matters. All that matters is Dario. All that matters is the way he watches me.

When I reach the edge of the bed, he reaches out his uninjured hand to me. Without hesitation, I take it. He gently tugs me closer until I'm standing between his knees, his forehead pressing against my stomach, his hands clutch