Damien’s pov
I stood there in front of her, staring down at her lips before I could stop myself.
The red lipstick she put on earlier was almost gone, just a faint outline left after the long day.
Every instinct I had told me to close the distance, to just lean in and kiss her deeply like I used to.
To see if she would still taste like the woman I once woke up beside.
But I didn’t, because I had no right.
So I stepped back, cleared my throat, and looked away at the water.
Looking at her was too much, it made so many memories come up.
“We should head back,” I said, trying to sound normal. Nothing about tonight was normal.
“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “We should.”
We started walking toward the hotel, our footsteps echoing against the quiet harbor.
The silence between us was thick
