I couldn’t stay in that house another minute. The walls were closing in, every corner whispering reminders of Damien—his hands pinning me, his voice rough in my ear, the way he’d looked at me last night like I was the only thing that mattered right before everything went to s**t. My skin still felt raw from the fight, from the angry s*x against the shed, from the way my stupid heart kept leaning toward him even when my head screamed to run.
I needed air. Real air, not the thick, charged kind that filled every room we shared.
Grabbing my keys and bag, I muttered something about needing more supplies for the showcase canvas and headed out before Damien could corner me again. The front door clicked shut behind me like a small mercy. My car was hot from sitting in the driveway, the steering
