Jayda locked the door immediately after Damek left.
Click.
Then another lock.
And another.
Just to be sure.
Silence filled the apartment again afterward.
But somehow—
It no longer felt as lonely as earlier.
Jayda slowly leaned her forehead against the door and closed her eyes.
“You look better in it than me anyway.”
Her cheeks immediately warmed again.
“God,” she whispered weakly to herself.
Why was he like that?
Why did he say things so casually that completely ruined her heartbeat afterward?
Jayda hugged the oversized jacket tighter around herself unconsciously.
It still smelled faintly like him.
Rain.
Coffee.
Smoke.
And somehow—
Comfort.
Dangerous.
Dangerous.
Dangerous.
Jayda forced herself away from the door before her thoughts spiraled even further.
She walked
