Rachel POV
I lay on Damien's bed, sleep threatening to pull me under.
Which wasn't fair, especially when I was dressed like this.
The silk night robe clung softly to my skin - deep green, simple, flowing just above my thighs, tied loosely at the waist. I'd paired it with matching pants tonight, not for comfort, but for him.
I still couldn't believe I was thinking like that.
The door opened.
I sat up immediately, excitement stirring as I adjusted my hair and robe, already smiling-
Then I saw his face.
The smile faded.
His jaw was tight. His knuckles were white. Like he was holding himself together by force alone.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concern pulling me to the edge of the bed.
His gaze met mine, then flicked away. I noticed how his eyes lingered briefly on me - the robe, and o
