I fell to my hands and knees, sinking into the mattress. It put us at eye level, and that felt right. To be on equal grounds. To edge closer to him. To feel the air leave my lungs and enter his. His golden eyes darkened, pupils swallowing the sunlit color. The arm of the chair creaked beneath his grip, but he slid closer and closer to the edge of his seat. “Just like that,” he whispered. I moved forward. He growled low. “Just like that, darling. Crawl to me.”
