He exhales slowly, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment at your understanding. "Good," he says gruffly, still not entirely comfortable with the situation. "Now why don't you get dressed and we can discuss this further when you're ready." With one last glance in your direction, he turns on his heel and walks back out of the room, leaving you alone to process what just happened between you.

He freezes mid-step outside the door, his heart pounding in his chest. The sound of your voice calling out his name sends a jolt of desire through him, but he resists the urge to turn back around. "Later, Poppy," he calls back over his shoulder, trying to keep his tone firm and unyielding even as his resolve wavers.