CHAPTER 31
“A kiss.” Cherry whispered, moving closer to him.
Damien didn’t look up right away. He stood by the open wardrobe, shirtless, his back turned to her. His hands clenched slightly at her words.
He sighed. “Cherry... not tonight.”
She walked closer, her lingerie swaying with each step. “Why not? Afraid she might hear?”
“Stop,” he muttered, grabbing a plain black T-shirt and pulling it over his head.
Cherry’s hand landed on his shoulder. “You weren’t saying stop the night, you begged me to help you fix that mess.”
Damien turned, eyes sharp. “That night is over. You agreed it was one time, one cover-up, and we buried it.”
Cherry tilted her head, lips curling. “Sure. But things have changed now. She’s ignoring you. And I’m still here.”
He stared at her, unreadable.
“You thin
