✴ Damien ✴
I stood in the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. My mind wandered as I thought about my relationship with Scarlett. Our relationship had grown into something more, something I hadn't even realized I had wanted. Or needed. It wasn’t just the passion we shared or the way her laughter lit up a room. It was the quiet moments, the easy comfort of being around her, the way she fit seamlessly into my life. Sleepovers had now become a regular thing, and every time she stayed over, the house felt warmer, more alive. Other than the first time, I hadn't spent another night at her place. We both preferred my bed over hers. This morning, she had left early to head to Matthews Couture. I smiled as I remembered the kiss she had given me before she had slipped out of the door. Of cour
