The moment Serena stepped out in the fitted training suit, Dex stopped mid-step, mid-breath, mid-thought.
The fabric clung with merciless precision, every seam molded to her.
He grinned, unable to help himself, and pulled her into a possessive kiss before they even made it out of their quarters.
"You are the most stunning woman."
Her cheeks heated. The sheer frequency of his compliments was something she wouldn't get used to.
"You're about to be tackled. Consider this your only notice."
Serena barely had time to gasp before he swept her off her feet.
She screamed, high-pitched and shocked—then immediately burst into laughter.
Dex's grin softened at the sound, something warm and unspoken settling behind his eyes.
They walked with fingers intertwined as they made their way to the field where Velkaris waited.
Heads turned. Whispers followed. Serena ignored all of it, but her discomfort was there. A reflex she had learned long before Drakenfell.
