LEILA
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The sheets felt soft against my skin, a luxurious comfort I hadn’t allowed myself to get used to, and the air in the room was quiet, filled only with the gentle sound of our breathing,as far as I could remember I was on his bed in his penthouse.
I moved from lying beside him to sitting up, the sheets pooling around my waist, and I looked around the room, and then my eyes landed on the doorway of the room where I had seen the canvas when I first came into his penthouse, that first visit after the Gerald thing, the room where I had glimpsed a hidden piece of him, a piece connected to my own pain.
It made me hold onto, a lingering curiosity about the woman who had treated my injury, who had been there in the periphery of that first chaotic encounter.
"Damien," I turned to look
