The rooftop high lasted exactly four days.
Four days of waking up wrapped in Damien’s arms, his mouth on my neck before my eyes were even open, his hands already sliding between my thighs like he couldn’t wait another second.
Four days of him dropping me at campus with a kiss that made my thighs clench the whole lecture. Four days of wearing the necklace with his initials against my skin like a secret I couldn’t stop touching and pretending the text from Lila didn’t exist.
I’d read it again that first night after the anniversary dinner, when Damien was asleep and everywhere was quiet.
Lila: Damien was always so cold, even as a little boy. His father kicked me out when I was pregnant with him. I lost everything because of them. I was young and scared. I just want my son back. Please, E
