The morning light felt too honest. I woke up tangled in sheets that still smelled like Damien—woodsy cologne mixed with sweat and that raw, unmistakable scent of us. My body ached in the best-worst way, a deep soreness between my legs that made me press my thighs together just to feel it again. Last night had been different. Not just the s*x, though that had wrecked me twice over. The way he’d held me after, voice rough as he admitted all those months of fighting it… it cracked something open I wasn’t ready to look at.
I avoided the mirror while I threw on a tank and shorts. Tyler was coming over later to go over the final showcase pieces, and I needed my head straight. Not swimming with memories of Damien buried inside me, whispering how I was his.
Downstairs, the house felt charged, li
