Damien's POV

She laid on top of me, with her head on my chest and her fingers moved absently, tracing slow, lazy circles on my chest like she wasn’t thinking at all.

My heart was still racing, my body still warm from her, from us.

In that moment, everything in the world felt right.

“Stay,” I whispered into her hair, tightening my arms around her.

She didn’t move.

“Don’t go on the trip,” I added quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Stay here. Stay with me for the ...