Maya lingered in the steam-filled bathroom, lost in a soft, almost hypnotic trance.
Damien noticed the silence stretching between them. Concern laced his voice as he broke through her thoughts. “What’s wrong, love?”
She shook her head, a gentle smile touching her lips. “Oh… it’s nothing.”
He stepped closer, worry etched in the line of his jaw. “Are you sure?”
Maya nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
For a moment, Damien let it be, though his gaze lingered on her, searching. In quiet doubt, he didn’t push further.
They stepped out of the shower as the last of the steam drifted away, cooler air brushing against their damp skin and pulling them gently back to reality.
As they dried themselves, Maya lingered, her fingers twisting the edge of her towel. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, almos
