Fuck… I was genuinely surprised by Diana's boldness.
This was the first time in my entire life that a woman had managed to turn the tables on me so completely. I was always the one who teased, who stayed in control, who made others blush and stumble over their words.
But right now, lying in bed with Diana, I felt completely disarmed. My heart was hammering wildly inside my chest, beating so fast and loud that I was almost certain she could hear it. Every inch of my body felt hyper-aware of her presence — her warmth, her scent, her soft curves pressed against me.
I really do love this woman.
It wasn't just affection or attraction anymore. It was something deeper, something real. I loved her in a way that scared me a little.
She wasn't just my godmother or my aunt. She was the fierce protector who had threatened to burn the world for me, the gentle woman who blushed when I wiped ice cream from her nose, and the seductive beauty currently lying in my bed wearing almost nothing.
