Winter’s POV
Damon already knew about the proposal to move his therapy sessions to his house. Coach James had mentioned it to him weeks ago, but I’d stalled on giving an answer. The hesitation wasn’t because I doubted its benefits—objectively, it made sense—but because it meant stepping into Damon’s world in a way that felt uncomfortably personal.
When I finally made the decision, the relief I expected didn’t come. Instead, it was replaced by a knot of anxiety about how to bring it up to Damon. He might have been aware of the suggestion, but I knew he wouldn’t expect me to agree to it. Not after how carefully I’d guarded the boundaries between us.
The tension in the air was palpable as Damon finished his last set of exercises during our session. He moved slower today, his usual sharp fo
