CHAPTER 12S’MORES
NAOMI
I smiled as warm water gushed down over me and washed away the cold rain, tingling on chilled skin. The baby turned a slow somersault. He liked showers.
I could feel Damon’s presence, just a few yards away, calling his parents to say we’d be late for dinner because of the rain. I had left him standing by the table, hair dripping, white shirt plastered most pleasantly to his chest, stripping off his soaked gloves to lay across the back of a chair. A sight to savor.
He was calmer, all of a sudden, since… I didn’t know what to call it. Under the magnolia tree, anyway, which could totally be the title of a dime romance. He was calmer, cooler, unwound somehow. The hot pain haunting his every movement seemed eased.
He’s made a decision, I thought. He’s given up on br
