We froze.
Damien’s body was still pressed against mine, his hand halfway under my shirt. My back was against the cool glass window, heart racing from everything that had just happened. The sound of the elevator ding echoed down the hallway outside the penthouse. Footsteps followed.
“s**t,” Damien whispered. He pulled his hand away quickly and stepped back.
I fixed my clothes fast, pulling my shirt down and zipping my jeans. My cheeks burned. I couldn’t believe how far we had gone in just a few minutes.
The footsteps got closer.
I looked at Damien. “I thought you said the elevator wouldn’t work because of the storm?”
He scratched the back of his head, avoiding my eyes for a second. “Yeah… about that.” He didn’t give a real answer. Just stood there looking a little guilty, like he had
