Damian's POV

It started out innocent-at least, it was supposed to be.

Rachael had come over with a blanket, two cups of hot chocolate, and that mischievous grin that made it impossible to say no. We'd planned to watch a movie, just something light to unwind after the long, exhausting week.

But then the movie turned into late-night talk.

And the late-night talk turned into teasing.

And teasing-well, teasing was dangerous with Rachael.

"Why do you always look at me like that?" she'd asked, ...