The moment Amelia stepped into the room, she knew.
She had to leave.
Not because she didn’t want to stay—God, no. But because if she didn’t give herself the distance to think, she wouldn’t remember how.
Damien consumed her.
Completely.
And she was losing herself inside the gravity of him. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, every word that rolled off his lips with that dark velvet voice of his—it was too much. Too fast. Too intense. She couldn’t think when he was near. She needed clarity.
But she cared for him.
She loved the way he made her feel—cherished, protected, wanted in ways she didn’t know she’d needed until he gave them to her without question. He was always there, always seeing her, holding her, reminding her that she mattered more to him than the world outside his
