"Let's get out of here," she smiled at him.
"Why miss Laurent, what do you have in mind?" He asked, smirking.
The elevator ride was quiet, heat humming between them, heavy and electric. Damien stood behind her, not touching her, but close enough that she felt the press of his presence, the way the air shifted around him.
She could still taste him. Still feel the weight of that kiss under her ribs. The promise of it. The inevitability.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and they stepped into the penthouse.
Celeste moved first, kicking off her heels by the doorway, not bothering to turn on the lights. The city glowed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cool, silvered light that painted her skin in tones of moonlight and shadow.
She paused near the glass, arms crossed loosel
