Chapter 61 Morgan
Morgan
For days, fear had lived under my skin. Tonight, it burned away.
Damian’s hands were steady when mine shook, his mouth patient when I was desperate.
We moved together in the dim light of my room, careful at first — then not careful at all.
The weight of everything we hadn’t said poured out in touches, in kisses, in the way he held me like he was afraid I might vanish if he let go.
It wasn’t just heat. It was relief, release, the fragile miracle of being alive and together when we shouldn’t be.
When it was over, I lay curled against him, listening to the hard, even beat of his heart. He pressed his lips to my hair and whispered, “We’re moving you both tomorrow. Too many eyes on this place.”
I knew he was right. But for one night, with his arms around me, I let myself believe we could be untouchable.