Danny's POV
I lay there on my back, staring at the ceiling of my childhood bedroom, and for the first time in a long time, the silence didn't feel like a threat. My skin was still buzzing, literally humming from what had happened few hours ago in the living room.
I could still feel the weight of Chadwick’s hands on my waist, the way his fingers dug into my skin like he was trying to leave a permanent mark. It was the first time he felt... warm. Not just like a cold, calculating statue, but like a man who actually wanted me.
I am such a mess. I know that. I was literally folding into the memory of my stepfather’s touch, replaying every second of that kiss on the chair, but then the cold water of reality hit me. I had f****d Miguel, the man who wanted Chadwick dead. I am a walking disast
