Aria's POV
The shower steam was still a warm ghost on my skin as I lay beside Damian in the darkness. His breathing was steady. Too steady. The kind of steady that meant he was just as awake as I was.
My thighs pressed together beneath the sheets.
I ached.
Not the soft, distant kind of want—the kind that had been building since the shower, since the way his hands had lingered on my hips under the spray, since the way his mouth had almost—almost—found mine before he pulled back with that infuriating smirk.
Now I was wet. Soaking through silk. My c**t throbbed with every heartbeat, swollen and neglected, and my cunt clenched around nothing, empty and hungry and needing.
"...Damian?" My voice came out thinner than I meant it to. "Are you asleep?"
Silence. Those stupid,
