The night was quiet, I laid on my side in the bed, facing away from Damien, pretending to be asleep. My body was exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the past days, but my mind wouldn’t settle. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of Sofia’s tearful face at the gate, Damien’s cold threats, and the way my own body betrayed me in the bathub.
He shifted behind me. His arm, already draped over my waist, tightened slightly. I stayed perfectly still, breathing slow and even. But I could feel him, the heat of his chest against my back, the steady thump of his heartbeat. He wasn’t fully asleep either.
His hand started moving.
At first it was almost innocent. His palm slid slowly under the hem of my shirt, resting warm on my bare stomach. His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin
