Nobody moved.
Not Jayda.
Not Damek.
The rain continued tapping softly against the windows while the dim kitchen light cast warm shadows across the small apartment. Jayda could still feel the roughness of Damek’s hand beneath hers.
Warm.
Steady.
Dangerous.
Her heartbeat became uneven the longer he looked at her like that. Like he was thinking too much. Like he wanted to say something but kept stopping himself.
“Damek…”
His eyes shifted slightly toward her lips first before returning to her eyes again.
Small movement.
But Jayda noticed.
And somehow—
That made her pulse stumble harder.
“Yeah?” he answered quietly.
Too quietly.
Jayda swallowed hard.
She should let go of his hand.
Step away.
Say goodnight.
Do something normal.
Instead—
Neither of them moved.
The air betwe
