Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

After dinner, Matthew headed to the kitchen like a pro, leaving everything spotless in no time. Meanwhile, Aubree had finished her shower and stepped out with her hair cascading down her back, still dripping a bit. Matthew grabbed the hairdryer and gently dried her hair, giving her a little temple massage in the process. To Aubree, it felt like pure bliss.

Once her hair was dry, Matthew gave her a soft peck on the cheek. "I'm off to shower," he said, a shared understanding hanging in the air about what might come next.

When Matthew emerged from the shower, his tall, muscular frame was even more striking, making Aubree feel petite in his embrace. His broad shoulders radiated a comforting sense of security.

It was the first time Aubree had really taken in his physique. "You don't look eighteen at all," she remarked.

"Glad I didn't disappoint," he replied with a grin.

He lifted her effortlessly, not even bothering with the bed, holding her in a way that made her depend entirely on him. It was a testament to his renowned strength, both swift and fierce.

Aubree felt like a kite, soaring and dipping through the clouds, with Matthew firmly holding the string, guiding her through the storm of passion. They moved together until the first light of dawn.

Matthew wear her out like that. Despite his intensity, he was careful not to leave any

spent most of the morning asleep, exhausted and a bit hoarse. Meanwhile, Matthew was bustling around, tending to her needs and organizing the

nearly emptied, everything that could be moved was gone. Without waking Aubree, Matthew gently carried her

bed, in a new house. Rubbing her eyes, she saw Matthew busy in the kitehen. He came over to

he said. "Max and Brielle should be

wanting to be caught off

quickly got ready

to be

before their friends arrived

cheeks gave her away, and her eyes sparkled

the kitchen and

to her best friend. Clearing her throat, she