Damon's POV
The silence in the room feels louder than usual today. Winter is in the middle of adjusting my leg for another round of stretches, and I can’t shake the feeling that the air between us is heavy.
Every brush of her hand against my skin seems more deliberate now, even though I know she’s just doing her job. Still, I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of something, and it’s frustrating not being able to put my finger on what it is.
I focus on the movement of my leg, trying to ground myself in the physical task, but my thoughts keep drifting back to everything that’s been happening. I don’t know how to make sense of it. This, us, whatever we are, feels like it’s starting to stretch in ways I’m not sure we’re ready for.
Winter’s fingers are warm against my skin as she adjusts t
