Bella sat motionless on the bed, the quiet of the room almost deafening in its stillness. The scent of fresh linen mingled with the lingering traces of Damian’s cologne, a musky fragrance that clung to the air long after he had left. It was the same scent she had caught a whiff of earlier, a reminder of how close he had been. The thought alone made her pulse quicken, her body betraying her with every breath.
Her mind raced in circles, trying to make sense of everything that had transpired. The force with which Damian had walked into her life. The intensity of his gaze. His touch. There was no mistaking the power he held over her, the way his presence seemed to fill the entire room, the entire space between them. She had never been so aware of another person, so… drawn to someone she knew
