Damien drove in silence, though silence wasn’t what he felt.
His jaw was tense. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel. And his eyes—no matter how hard he tried—kept drifting back to Emma slumped against the window, breathing softly.
Bella… why are you fighting me so hard?
We used to be inseparable. How did we become this?
A sigh left him, tight and exhausted.
When he finally pulled into the dim parking lot of her building, Emma didn’t stir. Damien rounded the car, opened her door quietly, and unbuckled her seat belt. She sagged into him instinctively when he lifted her.
Her scent—warm, familiar—hit him like a punch.
In the elevator, Emma flinched in her sleep, her fingers curling into his coat. Damien froze, breath catching. She looked like she was clinging to him… like bef
