Maya felt a lump rise in her throat, warmth spreading through her chest. She reached up, resting her hand lightly on his chest. Her fingers traced the fabric of his shirt as if to anchor herself in the moment.
Damien tilted his head, resting his forehead briefly against hers, his eyes soft and glistening. “Maya…” he murmured, voice low and steady.
“Damien…” she whispered, her voice barely above the quiet hum of the room, reverent and tender. “Whatever you’ve ever wanted… whatever you’ve ever needed, we’ll do it together. All the things you’ve kept to yourself, all the moments you’ve never shared… we’ll experience them together. You don’t have to carry any of it alone anymore.”
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. For a heartbe
