Kayla
He narrowed his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching. "I came to check in on you, Kayla. Do you have trust issues?"
He laughed, finding my suspicion entertaining.
I leaned in with a playful grin on my face. "You know I do, Damien. No, for real. Why are you here?"
"Eat your food," he prompted, gesturing to the plate with his chin. He wasn't going to give up his secrets that easily.
My shoulders slumped just a fraction, but I didn't push it. I took another bite of the steak. It was heavenly—the rich, buttery fat melted perfectly with the salt and char.
I didn't even try to hide my appreciation. I closed my eyes for a second, letting out a small, satisfied hum.
"God, this is good," I muttered, moving to the next pre-cut piece.
Damien watched me eat, leaning back in the small
