DamonShe stands slowly, still quiet, and reaches for my hand again. This time, it feels different. Heavier. Like a promise.I take it, still breathless, still barely recovered, and she leads me back toward the bed. Thereâs this look on her face nowâsomething between softness and fire. Sheâs not asking. She knows what she wants, and Iâd be lying if I said I could deny her anything at this point.She climbs onto me slowly, straddling my hips like sheâs meant to be there. Thereâs a look in her eyesâŚclear and sure and hungryâŚand it hits me harder than anything else ever could. I reach for her instinctively, hands on her thighs, thumbs brushing the inside, but she takes her time settling in.She leans down and kisses me againâthis time slower. Tender. But thereâs hunger under it, too. The kind that simmers. She rolls her hips once, just a little, grinding against me through the thin barrier of her panties, and I groan into her mouth.âTake them off,â I murmur.She doesnât waste one second
DamonI pretend I didnât see it, and we eat in silence. I clear the plates after, help her off the stool, and we walk slowly back to the room. I close the door behind us, thinking the nightâs almost over. But my phone rings.I walk to the dresser and grab it."Have you heard from your brother?" Father asks the second I pick.I blink. "Which brother?""James."What's my bit with James?"No. We donât talk.""Howâs the office?""Fine.""Hope you're back on top of things.""Iâm busy, Father. Everythingâs fine."He cuts the call.Aâs watching me from the bed. "What was that about?"âJoseph Stone.""What did he want?"I pause for a bit. "He was asking about James."Her head tilts. "James... as in James Stone?"I nod. "Yeah. But itâs not my problem."She looks at me with a look I can't quite place. Then sighs. "Do they know?""Know what?""The last five days.""Definitely not. If they did, your face would be plastered on every blog you follow on that phone."She presses her lips together. "
DamonThe room is dim and quiet in the kind of way that feels too loud. Just the steady hum of the heater filling the silence, low and constant near the window. Ariaâs curled up with her back to me, buried under the duvet like sheâs trying to disappear into it. Her breathing is soft and steady. Peaceful, almost. But me? I havenât known peace since this morning.Iâm on the couch beside her, hunched forward with my elbows on my knees, and my hands clasped together like theyâre holding me together. I know that I need to rest. My bodyâs screaming for it. But every time I try to shut my eyes, my mind turns into this replay of every mistake Iâve made, and the secret Iâm still keeping. The truth Iâm about to drop like a bomb.We ate a couple hours agoâ one of Kingsley's delicately prepared specials, that neither of us really had the appetite for. She picked at her food, then gave up halfway through. I didnât press. After that, I helped her into the shower again. And yeah, it was awkward, mo
DamonPlease, A. Not now.I turn my gaze to the ceiling. "I donât know what youâre talking about."That earns me a sigh. She pries my hand away from her waist and then turns to face me. "Of course you donât."Then she turns her back to me again, tugging the sheets up to her shoulders. I press in close and pull her back into me with a gentle tug."Tomorrow," I say. My lips brush her hair. "Or the day after. Weâll talk, alright? About elephants. Or any other animal you think is in the room."She snorts. "Look at you loosening up. Making jokes.""Shut up."And she does. She goes still in my arms.I lean in. âOkay, now you're being dramatic. You know I didn't mean it literally.âShe smiles. I can hear it in her voice. "I know. I'm just... still sleepy."âAlright, baby.â I press a kiss into her hair and slowly untangle myself from her body, sitting up.Her voice comes from behind me, still muffled in the pillow. "Can you just stick to 'A'? I don't think I can get used to⌠that. Ever."A li
Damon Sheâs asleep now. Or close to it. Her breathing has started to slow, and her bodyâs soft against mine, the tension slowly leaving her frame like steam bleeding off hot glass.But me? Iâm wide awake, still. My eyes are closed but my mindâs pacing like a dog left out in the rain.I said goodnight, and I meant it.But that doesnât stop the way my head keeps replaying everythingâeverything she just gave me. Everything I tried to give back.The last thing on my mind as I climbed into this bed was to touch her. It was never the plan. I just needed to be close to her. Needed to be sure she was real, not some sick trick my brain had cooked up after the past five days of hell.But the second I pulled her into me, the second she leaned in, the second her breath caught and her hips pushed back against mineâeven just a little? It was like something ticked inside me. My body betrayed me. My dick hardened against her before I could even try to stop it. But I know it wasn't from need or greed
AriaI open the bedroom door, and Damonâs already there. He grabs my hand and helps me to the bed."Thank you," I whisper.He locks the door and walks back to help me under the duvet.I turn my back to him, out of instinct. Out of habit. It's easier not to look at him, easier to let my thoughts wander off somewhere safer. Somewhere quieter than whatever this is, between us.The mattress shifts behind me, slow at first, then more. I feel the weight of him dip into the bed, closer than usual. Closer than he ever lets himself come.And then I feel him. His chest brushes my back, his arm slipping around my waist, pulling me into him with this quiet certainty like he's been meaning to do it for days. I open my mouth to say something. âDamonâŚâBut his name barely makes it out, before heâs already pulling me in tighter, pressing my back into him, skin to skin through the thin fabric of my shirt. His warmth wraps around me like heâs trying to build something safe out of himself. His hand res