Damien's POV
I don’t worry about people people are predictable. They lie, they want, they disappoint.
But her? Aurora is the one person I can’t place neatly into any of those boxes.[Damien's thought]
“I do not worry about people, Rory,” I say flatly, my voice a calm contrast to the sudden pull in my chest. “But I’m particularly intrigued by you.”
I watch her face closely, the way her brows knit, the quick dart of her tongue against her lower lip. She’s nervous — I can feel it — but there’s something else too. Something she tries to hide but can’t.
And strangely… I feel it in me too. That low, insistent heat pooling somewhere dangerous in my trousers, I could already feel my c**k throb erect.
Her eyes flick away for a second, and I can almost hear the thoughts in her head. She’s figh
