Chapter 14: Heat in the Quiet
December 28, 2025.
The conversation from last night lingered like smoke—honest, heavy, unresolved. But it hadn’t cooled anything between us. If anything, it made the want sharper.
I arrived at his house just after seven, snow still drifting lazily outside. Mia was at a work holiday party—out until midnight, maybe later.
Damien opened the door wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants, chest bare, hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it. The look in his eyes when he saw me—dark, possessive—sent heat straight between my legs.
He didn’t speak. Just pulled me inside, shut the door, and pressed me against it.
His mouth was on mine instantly—hungry, no preamble. Hands sliding under my sweater, palms rough against my skin. I moaned into the
