Damien
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d bothered to notice if it was raining.
High school, maybe? Or maybe the first year of university—back when I was a dumb, emotional f**k, dangerously close to throwing my life away because of…
Forget it.
It didn’t matter.
What mattered was right now—standing on the terrace, watching her. Not the woman I usually saw when I looked at Hailey. No, that version of her had vanished, stripped away by the downpour. Right now, she was something else entirely—a girl lost in the rain, spinning, laughing, arms outstretched as if trying to catch the sky in her hands.
And I couldn’t f*****g look away.
At this moment—Hailey had my soul wrapped around her fingers.
My soul that wanted to trace every inch of her skin like those rain droplets.
My soul that
