Semua Bab MY UNDOING: Bab 81 - Bab 90

DAMIEN I honestly had no idea what I expected to see when I opened the door, but it definitely was not Macey. She stood on my porch like she had run the whole way here. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven, and her eyes wide with something that looked a lot like panic. For a second I thought I was imagining her. Maybe lack of sleep had finally made me start hallucinating. I blinked twice just to make sure she was really there. But before I could even form a complete thought or ask what she was doing here, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around me. The hug caught me so off guard that for a second I forgot how to move. Her face pressed against my chest, and she clung to me like the world was on fire and I was the only safe place she had left. “Macey” I said quietly as I lifted a hand to touch her shoulder. “Macey, what is going on” She pulled back only enough to look up at me. Her eyes were already glassy. “You look horrible, D. You look so horrible.” H

DAMIEN A session with Macey’s therapist? The thought alone should have made me scoff. I had never imagined myself agreeing to something so intimate, so exposing, but then I looked at her, eyes wide, heart open, trembling yet begging me to be there. I couldn’t say no. “Yes. Of course I’ll go,” I said, voice steady even though my body betrayed me. Heat pooled low in my gut, pulse spiking, need curling like fire around my bones. Relief and desire hit her all at once. She leapt from the counter, wrapping herself around me, legs instinctively curling around my waist, pressing herself to me. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly as if I were her anchor. “Thank you so much, Damien. Thank you,” she whispered, face pressed into my chest, inhaling me like she needed to memorize every part of me. “You don’t have to thank me,” I murmured, letting my hands roam over her back, sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her flush against me. Her body arched instinctively into mine, moans vibra

DAMIEN I woke up before Macey. The sun was barely creeping through the curtains, soft enough that it made the room look warm and quiet. She was curled into me, one leg over my waist, her cheek pressed against my chest. She looked peaceful in a way that made something inside my chest pull tight. I ran my hand down her back slowly, just enough to feel her breathing settle deeper. She did not stir, not even when I shifted a little to slide out from under her. I stood at the edge of the bed for a second and looked at her. It was strange how quickly the house had started to feel right again with her in it. Like she fit into the quiet. Like she belonged in every corner. I leaned down and brushed a soft kiss against her forehead. She did not wake up, only sighed and pulled the sheets closer. I smiled and headed to the bathroom. After showering, I wiped the fog off the mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked different. Calmer. Lighter. It had everything to do with the woman sleep

MACEY The restaurant looked so fancy from the outside that I actually stopped walking. I stood there staring at the tall glass windows and the soft golden lights glowing from inside, and I immediately grabbed Damien’s arm. The place looked like the kind of spot where the waiters wore suits and the water came in a bottle with a French name I could not pronounce. “Damien, this looks super expensive,” I whispered. I even leaned in a little like I was sharing a national secret with him. He looked down at me with a totally straight face and said, “Nah, it did not cost much.” That was the moment I knew he was lying. Damien did not know how to lie well. His left eyebrow always betrayed him. It twitched upward like it was trying to call the police on him for fraud. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why is your eyebrow doing that thing?” “It is not doing anything,” he said quickly. Too quickly. I sighed because I decided I would save the argument for later, but the moment we stepped inside,

MACEY Damien insisted on driving me to my therapist’s appointment, and honestly, at first I thought he was joking. But he looked at me with those stubborn, determined eyes of his, the same ones that always made me fold like a melted marshmallow, so of course I gave in. There was no universe where I would win that argument. Not when he held my waist like I might float away and called me "baby" in that deep, lazy morning voice. We were supposed to leave early, but that idea disappeared the moment he pulled me back into bed and kissed me like he had waited years for it. And then we ended up in the hallway. And then the kitchen. And then—God help me—the stairs, fucking like rabbits. We were ridiculous. Completely unserious. Dangerous, even, if you considered the fact that Damien almost slipped while carrying me because I kept laughing so hard. By the time we were finally driving out of the driveway, I was already thirty minutes late, and by the time he parked outside Dr. Hale’s off