DOMAN’S POV

Steam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, the faint scent of mint from my soap drifting behind me. I ran a towel through my hair, shaking droplets onto the floor as I walked into my room. My body felt lighter after the long shower but my mind was anything but calm.

I pulled on a shirt lazily, buttoning only three buttons before pausing. I knew exactly where I wanted to go next.

Dami’s room. For some reason, after the chaos of last night, after the guilt of ...