“But lately…” she added, her voice even lower now, “I’m starting to wonder what happens if I stop letting it lead everything.”
Damien took a slow breath, his gaze pinned to her like he was memorizing every word she dared to give.
“You’re already doing it,” he said quietly. “Facing it.”
Maya gave a faint, self-conscious shrug. Her fingers tugged at the towel’s edge again, knuckles white.
“Earlier… on the yacht,” she said, voice low. “You told me to give you time. To trust you.”
A pause. Then, softer—raw.
“I want to ask the same from you.”
Damien didn’t look away. Not even for a second.
His voice dropped—low and sure, like a vow whispered just for her.
“Take all the time you need,” he said, his voice low but unwavering. “I told you—I’m not going anywhere, Maya. And I meant it.”
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