Nicole
I couldn't understand why a man needed to spend more than half an hour in the shower.
Even as a woman, I didn't take that long.
With a sigh, I ignored Damien's extended bathroom ritual and turned off the bedside lamp, pulling the covers over myself as darkness enveloped the room.
Minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching the bed before the mattress dipped under his weight.
Our unsynchronized breathing echoed loudly in the darkness.
It had been so long since we'd shared a bed properly—back when this whole arrangement began, he used to hold me close as we slept.
Now, I found myself tossing and turning, unable to find comfort in the unfamiliar presence beside me.
Damien hadn't moved an inch since lying down, but I could feel the tension radiating from his s
