Bella stood in the doorway, her fingers still gripping the cool handle, watching Damian’s broad back as he walked down the hall. The sound of his footsteps faded into the distance, but the weight of his presence lingered, thick in the air. She couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was changing—that he was changing her.
She closed the door slowly, her heart thudding erratically in her chest. What was she doing? She had always been the one in control, the one who called the shots, never allowing herself to be swept up in the chaos of emotions or the heady allure of a man like him. But now, here she was, standing in the aftermath of that storm, uncertain of where she stood or what to do next.
He’s dangerous, she reminded herself, her mind racing. He’s playing games. And I’m not about t
