He reached into the drawer.

The sound of wood sliding against wood was impossibly loud in the quiet room, a whisper that felt like thunder against my raw nerves. When his hand emerged, he held a single foil packet, and the sight of it sent a fresh, liquid pulse of heat through my core. He placed it in my palm with deliberate care, his fingers brushing mine with a gentleness that was almost obscene after everything he had just done to me.