Damon’s POV
I hadn’t expected this. The connection I felt to Winter was undeniable, but I’d spent so much of my time fighting it, convincing myself it was just the stress of the recovery or the damn therapy sessions. But now? I couldn’t deny it anymore. Winter was becoming a constant, and the weight of that knowledge settled on my shoulders like a heavy burden. She wasn’t just my therapist anymore. She was something more.
When she arrived this morning, her usual calm demeanor didn’t fool me. She was holding something back. Her eyes were shadowed, and her movements a little too quick. “Hey,” I said, watching her as she set down her bag, forcing myself to keep my tone light. “Hey,” she responded, not meeting my gaze.
I watched her as she unpacked the equipment, the tension between us thic
