Rachel POV
The day passed in a blur of avoidance, my heart still pounding in a irregular rhythm whenever the memory of today surfaced.
I’d been avoiding him all day. Avoiding the ghost of his fingers brushing my lips, the solid warmth of his hand on my hip. And his confession… it had shocked me to my core. It wasn’t a compliment. It was a possession.
By evening, I was sitting on the floor of Leo’s room, legs folded beside him as he lined up his toy dinosaurs with deep concentration.
I was wearing my old pyjamas. Not the soft silk I’d bought with Damien’s card. Not the sexy ones he’d “haunted” himself over for weeks.
Just my stretched, faded cotton set from home. From simpler times.
Because the last thing I needed was to tempt Damien again, or tempt myself.
No. Not thinking about th
