Astrid's POV
You can do this, Astrid. You have no reason to be worried. He probably doesn't even remember anything about this morning. Yes, he doesn't. Even if he does, it doesn't matter.
I took a deep breath, wiping my sweaty palms on my shirt. Nodding to no one in particular, I walked in, only to freeze as I saw Damien standing by the glass windows, staring at the vast green garden below. He had a phone to his ear while his other hand was in his pocket.
He did look yummy in a shirt, his muscles bulging out in a way that was inviting my mouth to land small kisses on it while he... Astrid, stop! Remember the awkward situation this morning.
He hadn't noticed me all this while, so I planned to stay there and enjoy the view. Because who knows when I'll have this opportunity again with his
