Sera’s pov:
I stay exactly where Damien left me.
The air in the kitchen is still thick with him… the scent of cedar, the ghost of his heat, the static electricity of a moment that almost changed everything. My heart is still hammering against my ribs.
I look at the sandwich sitting on the counter.
We almost kissed. The thought hits me again. If Luca hadn’t walked in… If Damien hadn’t turned his head… If the moment hadn’t shattered…
I imagine it without meaning to.
His mouth finally closing the small distance between ours. His hand tightening at my waist instead of loosening. My fear dissolving into something warm and reckless and dangerous.
My chest tightens painfully. I lift my hand to my lips, my breath still uneven. I can still feel how close he was. How his presence filled the
