AUTHOR’S POV
Sloane stepped out of the small bathroom on the private aircraft, smoothing down the soft fabric of her fresh clothes—a simple white blouse and jeans that hugged her legs just right.
The air felt cooler now, a relief after the steamy tension of earlier moments. As she pushed the door open and stepped into the main cabin, her eyes immediately locked with Damon’s.
He was lounging in one of the plush seats, his dark hair slightly messy, his gaze fixed on her. His eyes roamed over her slowly, taking in every inch—from the way the blouse clung to her shoulders to how the jeans outlined her hips.
A slow, warm smile spread across his face, softening the intensity in his expression. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and genuine, carrying that familiar edge of admirat
