I couldn’t focus the rest of the day.
Not on work, not on the laundry, not even on the half-hearted text from Jake saying he’d be sleeping at the hospital due to a night shift. My brain was stuck on Damon—his dare, his voice, the way he looked at me like I was something sinful he couldn’t wait to taste.
And the worst part? I didn’t want to resist anymore.
It was well past midnight when I crept out of bed, heart racing. I told myself I was just going to get water. That’s all. Just water.
But I passed the kitchen.
And ended up in front of his door.
I didn’t knock. I couldn’t. I stood there, breathing fast, my hand twitching at my side. The door opened before I could make a decision.
Damon was shirtless again, in loose grey sweats, his chest glistening under the soft hallway light. His
