Aria pov
I left before he could respond, before the tears could fall, before I admitted that yes, I had enjoyed it. Enjoyed making him want me. Enjoyed the power of knowing I could still affect him that way.
But I was also terrified. Because if I could still make him lose control with a simple touch, what did that mean for my carefully constructed walls?
Twenty minutes later, I emerged from my room dressed for the day. Black pants, silk blouse, heels. Ready to face the world. Damien was waiting in the hallway.
"Noah's watching cartoons." He gestured to the living room. "Can we talk?"
"I have work—l"
"Please." The word stopped me. "Five minutes."
I crossed my arms. "Fine, five minutes."
He led me to his study, closing the door behind us. The moment it clicked shut, I whirled on him.
"Last night" he began.
