For a moment, Damien didn’t answer.
The playful amusement that had been dancing in his eyes faded, replaced by something quieter and more thoughtful. His arm tightened slightly around her waist as he considered her question.
Maya felt her heart begin to beat a little faster.
Maybe she shouldn’t have asked.
Maybe she had ruined the lighthearted mood with a question that was far too serious.
Just as she was beginning to regret bringing it up, Damien let out a slow breath against her hair.
“I never used to.”
His voice was low and thoughtful.
“Not really.”
His fingers traced absentminded circles over the back of her hand.
“Every goal I ever set for myself, I achieved. Every milestone. Every target. Every impossible dream most people thought was beyond reach.”
A quiet confidence ente
