A slow, knowing smile curved his lips—sure, deliberate. “I won’t give you anything less than the promise you imagined… and the future I intend to give you.”
The air between them thickened, the weight of his certainty settling deep in her chest, warm and undeniable.
“I’d love that,” she said softly, the warmth in her voice betraying just how much it meant to her.
Damien exhaled slowly, the corner of his mouth lifting as if restraining himself took actual effort. He reached for her hand, fingers lacing with quiet possession.
“Come on, love.” he said, voice low and amused. “Let’s go have some breakfast.”
His thumb brushed her knuckles as he leaned in just enough for her to feel the heat of him. “I’ve been holding myself back since you stepped out of that shower,” he added softly. “And if
