DAMIEN
She laughs under her breath, light and quiet, but she doesn’t stop me. That’s all the permission I need. I keep moving, slow and steady, letting my body brush against hers through the thin fabric of her jeans.
I wait for the shift in her breathing, for the way her hips answer mine. At the same time, my eyes keep drifting back to the stone at her throat. It rests there like it belongs to her.
The clasp is small. Simple. I already know how easily it would come undone.
Somewhere along the way, clothes stop mattering. They slide off without thought and collect on the floor. The smell of takeout fades into the background.
I’m focused only on her. On the way her body softens when I pull her closer. I guide her onto my lap, feeling her weight settle against me. Her hair falls forw
