Damon
The house was finally quiet. Liam was tucked in. I went to check on him after Wren left with him to tuck him in.The lights were dimmed, and the only sound was the hum of the fridge in the kitchen. I should’ve gone to bed. Should’ve walked back to my room and closed the door on everything that had been building between us. But my feet had other plans.
The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every breath feel too loud. I leaned against the doorframe of Wren’s room, watching as she tugged an oversized T-shirt over her head, her damp hair clinging to her neck from her shower.
She turned, startled, when she noticed me standing there. “Jesus, Damon. A little warning next time you scared the crap out of me.”
I smirked. “You’re jumpy.”
“And you’re lurking. I thought you
