~DAMIEN~
The moment we step inside the house, the warmth hits me, but nothing melts the ice I’ve wrapped around myself.
I can’t look at her. If I do, I’ll break again.
I throw my coat onto the hanger too hard, jaw tight, fingers still stained with her scent.
I scrub my hand down my face, but it does nothing.
Her moans, her heat, her trembling body…..they are branded into me.
I feel her behind me. Silent. Small.
I hear her breath…..shaky, uneven….the way someone breathes right after they’ve been hurt.
It hits me like a punch.
I did that. I hurt her.
And yet… if I turn around… one look at her and I’ll drag her back into my arms.
So instead, I keep my back to her.
“Go to your room,” I say, voice flat, controlled, even though my heart feels like it’s ripping out of my chest. “It’s
