Mia’s POV
I lay on my bed with my heart racing. The room was dark except for the soft glow of my bedside lamp. It was almost 10 PM, and the house was quiet. Mom was away again on one of her long trips, leaving me alone with him, Damien, my stepdad.
I had been thinking about him all day.
It started innocently two years ago when Mom married him. Damien was everything my real father wasn’t. He was strong, stable, successful, and caring. He never raised his voice at me. He paid for my college, bought me nice things, and actually listened when I talked. At first, I saw him only as a father figure. But lately… something had changed.
I couldn’t stop noticing him.
The way his shirt stretched across his broad chest. The way his biceps flexed when he carried heavy things. The deep, calm sound o
