Ivy lay curled against Damien, her face pressed to his chest. His arms were firm around her like he feared she would disappear if he loosened his hold. The room was quiet, only their breaths filling the space. His scent still clung to her skin, warm and steady. Her body felt weak, but her mind was awake, loud, and shaking.

“Damien” she whispered.

He hummed softly, brushing his hand up and down her back like he was afraid she would break.

“I need to tell you something.”

His hand paused. ...