Eva’s POV
The drive to Damien's apartment was filled with a charged silence, not of discomfort, but of anticipation. The city lights blurred past them, casting a warm glow through the car windows. Every so often, Damien’s hand would reach out, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through Eva. Each touch was a reminder of the promises they had made earlier—promises of honesty, vulnerability, and a future unclouded by misunderstandings.
When they arrived at Damien’s apartment, Eva felt a flutter of nerves. The last time she had been here, things between them were so different—tentative, unspoken, fraught with doubt. Tonight, however, felt like a new beginning. Damien opened the door for her, his hand gently guiding her inside.
“Let’s keep it simple tonight,” Da
