The teasing eventually melted into easy conversation, the kind that flowed without effort. The group lounged across the oversized cushions, the late afternoon sun casting everything in a soft, golden haze. Someone ordered another round of drinks, and soon Harper had everyone laughing with stories from the PR trenches—like the time a junior associate sent out a press release that began with “Dear Insert Name Here,” or how she once caught two interns “strategizing” a little too enthusiastically in the supply closet.
Even James couldn’t hold back his laughter.
Maya giggled until her sides hurt, surprised by how light everything felt—how easy. But what caught her most off guard… was him.
Damien wasn’t just composed.
He was at ease.
Shirt sleeves rolled up, one hand lazily cradling his gla
