DAMIEN

By the time I wrapped up for the day, my brain felt like scrambled wires. Every nerve was shot, and I was running on caffeine and frustration. All I wanted was to get home, take a long shower, and maybe drag Macey into it with me.

I’d been texting her all day. Dirty texts, mostly. The kind that would’ve made her blush and type back something half-angry, half-flirty. Normally, she would’ve sent a quick “stop distracting me” followed by a smiley face or a “you’re ...