Brewed For You のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

I don't want you to stop...Those words were all Damian needed to break whatever restraint he thought he had. He kissed her, hard. The moment Aria’s lips parted, Damian didn’t hesitate. He deepened the kiss, slow, deliberate, letting the heat between them build like fire licking around a candle. His hands traced the curve of her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She melted into him, the confusion, anger, and heartache of the past days dissolving into the intensity of this single moment.They moved instinctively, shedding their clothes so fast it was as if it burned them. He unzipped her dress, slipping the straps down her smooth arm. The dress pooled at her feet. Her delicate fingers moved with precision, undoing the buttons on his shirt. Exposing his bare chest and well defined abs. Her eyes fell on his delicious v line spotting a happy trail that led straight down to an obvious tent in his pants.Breathless gasps and quiet whispers filled the small

The sunlight creeping into Damian's room woke Aria before she was ready to open her eyes. It wasn't harsh or anything, just this warm, lazy glow slipping between the curtains to sit on her eyelids like it owned the place. And for a moment, she thought she was waking up at home… until she felt the weight around her waist.It was so heavy that she opened her eyes in panic because her brain couldn't register what it was. She looked down to see the cause of the weight on her waist.And there it was.His arm. Damian's arm.He was still asleep behind her, his breathing slow and steady, his chest rising softly against her back. The sight alone felt like a blanket of calmness.It was the calmest she'd been all week. No tightness in her chest…no pacing thoughts…no checking her phone every two minutes to see if Mila texted.And honestly, she just wanted to stay like this for a bit. Maybe more than a bit.She didn't move, afraid to wake him up. But of course the universe had other plans because D

The morning didn't come as crashing as it usually did, instead it crept in slowly. It was like whoever was up there has seen how rough the previous week had been and decided to give Aria a chance to breathe.Aria woke up slowly, one eye opening before the other, her mind already thinking of Mila even before her feet even touched the floor. When she walked out of her room, the apartment felt… still. Not empty, just quiet in the way it feels like she was the only one home.She walked to the kitchen still half asleep, making herself a string cup of coffee.she wanted an early start since she might be working alone at the cafe today because she didn't hear Mila come home last nightBut surprisingly enough, Mila’s door was cracked open.Aria decided to peek in.And there she was. An awake Mila, sitting on her bed with her knees pulled to her chest, hair let down, wrapped in one of her old oversized shirts that had already faded a lot. She had this distant look on her face, but she looked be

What if whoever opened that window is still inside?Just as she had that thought, she heard faint shuffling.The sound came from the hallway.A soft, dragging shuffle...too gentle to be wind, if she wasn't listening she would have even registered it. Something that sounded like a foot adjusting weight. A floorboard complaining quietly.Her entire body snapped cold.Someone was indeed in the house.Not maybe.Not possibly.Someone was inside.Her breath stuttered. Her phone, which was in her hand, nearly slipped from her damp fingers. Her palms had began to sweat.The footsteps came again. A little heavier this time. A little closer.This time, every possibility that she might be imaging it, that she was just hearing things, flew out her already opened window. And that meant she wasn't safe. She had to act fast.Aria didn’t think.Her legs moved before her brain caught up, sprinting toward the bathroom. She slammed the door shut, locked it, and pressed her back against the cold tile wa

Time never stops ticking, that's the annoying thing about it. It keeps moving even when you’re not ready. Even when you’re stuck. Even when you’re waking up every day with that same heavy feeling sitting on your chest like a stubborn child refusing to get off the slide on the playground.Two weeks passed like that.Even though it felt like just yesterday to Aria.The café was temporarily closed, her apron now buried under a pile of laundry, the smell of burnt wood still stuck in her memory. She and Mila were still living at Cole’s place...well, Mila was living. Aria was more like a houseplant that refused sunlight, sprawled on his couch every day like she was auditioning for the role of Sad Ornament Number Three.She barely stood up to do anything, except to shower. She wasn’t eating much either, which made Mila threaten to blend her meals and feed it to her like a baby. Cole worked long hours, but whenever he passed by the living room, or the guest room, he would drop a bottle of wat