For a moment, I thought the house had swallowed me whole.
The air was thick, my heart still drumming against my ribs as I closed Damian’s door behind me. The quiet clicked shut between us, but it didn’t make anything easier. My hands trembled as I gripped the strap of my bag, my body still humming with everything that had just happened upstairs.
I’d kissed him.
God, I’d actually kissed him.
And worse, he’d kissed me back.
The echo of it lingered like a bruise I couldn’t see, pressed deep beneath my skin. Every step I took down the hallway felt heavier, like my body was trying to remind me of something my mind refused to process.
I needed air. Space. Anything that wasn’t him.
But before I could even reach the stairs, the sound of voices floated up from below. Familiar ones, soft, ca
