"His voice is damn sexy today that I might come..." she thought, biting her lower lip.
She adjusted her shoulders automatically, trying not to let her nerves show, but the sound of his voice settled in her chest like a warm ember, refusing to leave.
“Good,” Damien murmured, not looking at her immediately. He picked up his brush, studied her position, and then his eyes flicked back to her face. “Don’t think too much. Just… be.”
That wasn’t something he had said before. Usually, he demanded stillness, precision. But this...this felt like he was asking her to exist in a way only he could see.
Lena swallowed hard, her hands tightening in her lap. She looked away, her cheeks heating, and then froze when she realized he had noticed the small shift in her posture.
“Your hands,” Damien said s
