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," he murmured, lips brushing her ear, teeth grazing it playfully. "You steal my breath every time I look at you."
"Thank you," she said, flushing immediately. The sheer frequency of his compliments was something she wouldn't get used to.
"You're about to be tackled," he warned lightly, eyes gleaming. "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.
