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.

wouldn't have let Matthew wear her out like that. Despite his intensity, he was careful not to leave any marks on her neck, knowing

a bit hoarse. Meanwhile, Matthew was bustling around, tending to her needs and

moved was gone. Without waking Aubree, Matthew

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

up," he said. "Max and Brielle

to be caught off

got

to be busy

before their friends arrived

as the door opened, her flushed cheeks gave her away, and her

the kitchen and spotted a tall young

felt shy; it was her first time introducing a boyfriend to her best friend. Clearing her throat, she said, "Uh, Bri, Mr. Dorsey, this is