I eased the door open slowly, heart pounding as I slipped back into the suite. The hallway behind me was silent, but my body still thrummed with adrenaline—and guilt. Damien’s touch still lingered on my skin, like a secret tattoo inked into my soul.The room was dark except for the city lights filtering through the curtains. Nico was in bed, turned away from the door, his breathing slow and steady.I tiptoed across the room, slipping off my heels with a quiet sigh. I moved toward the bathroom, pretending I had only gone for a late shower, not to another man’s bed.But as I reached for the robe on the hook, I heard it.The shift in his breathing.Then, his voice—low, sharp, too awake.“Where were you?”I froze, my hand midway to the robe. “Bathroom,” I said quickly, too quickly.He turned on the bedside lamp. His eyes met mine, dark and alert. “For almost an hour?”“I couldn’t sleep. Took a walk down to the lobby,” I lied.He studied me—eyes roaming over my flushed cheeks, the faint in
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