Shannon carried Tristan in his arms inside the dimly lit cabin. The air was heavy with unspoken desire, coupled with the scent of pine and something wilder, something primal.
Shannon and Tristan circled each other like wolves testing the boundaries of their territory, their movements no longer hesitant, fraught with the weight of their late honeymoon.
Shannon's frost-blue eyes, piercing and intense, met Tristan's golden gaze, and for a fleeting moment, the awkwardness between them was gone, replaced by a strong desire to kiss and touch.
A nervous laugh escaped Tristan, his lips twitching into a smile that softened Shannon's stern expression. The tension, though still present, began to unravel like a thread pulled from a tapestry.
Tristan's smile was infectious, a small crack in the armor they both wore. Shannon's broad shoulders relaxed imperceptibly as he took a step forward, his large hands reaching out to close the distance between them.
