Aria
"She may hold his hands, but his eyes never leave me."
His words lingered in the air, cutting deeper than any blade. Girlfriend. The word echoed in my chest like a cruel joke. I should have been happy for my brother, but instead it felt like a knife twisting inside me.
I forced a smile, small and brittle, just enough to hide the storm raging within.
I watched him take her bags, lace his fingers with hers, and lead her to his room with a tenderness that shattered me. My chest tightened. I should have known better. I should have seen through him. But the pull I felt toward Damien was dangerous, irresistible.
Just last night, he was inside me—his hands gripping me as though I was the only thing keeping him from falling apart while he delivered the best f**k of my life. The way he cl
