The steam had barely cleared when they finally stepped out of the shower, bodies sore, skin flushed, hearts still racing. Damien wrapped Maya in a thick towel, pressing a lingering kiss to her damp hair before handing her one of his shirts to slip into. She wore it with an easy smile, the fabric swallowing her frame, her bare legs peeking out beneath the hem.
Maya chuckled softly, smoothing the hem. “You know… I actually brought my own clothes.”
Damien’s gaze darkened, slow and deliberate as it traveled over her. “I know,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “But I prefer you in mine. It makes it clear who you belong to.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she laughed, rolling her eyes. “So it’s not about comfort, it’s about possession?”
“Exactly,” he said with a wicked grin, tugging her closer b
