Chapter 52
Chapter fifty-two
Damien
Sunlight crept through the curtains, catching in the strands of her hair, along the curve of her shoulder.
She was still asleep, a picture of perfection wrapped in my arms.
I just watched her, letting the certainty from last night settle deep in my bones.
Forever.
The word didn't scare me anymore.
The morning passed in a blur—coffee, showers, the scent of her shampoo lingering in the steam. Emma stole my tie and made me chase her for it.
I chased her lazily, letting her win.
We rode to the office together, her hand resting in mine. She talked about her schedule—a call with legal, something about quarterly reports. I nodded in all the right places, but my mind kept drifting.
I knew what I needed to do.
It was time.
I walked her to her office, lingering in the doorway longer than I should.
She smiled up at me. "You're staring again."
"I can't seem to stop," I admitted.
She rose onto her toes and kissed me—soft and quick.
"Go run your empire, Mr. Holt."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
I made it to my office.
Closed the door.
Leaned against it for a full ten seconds.
Then I pulled out my phone and dialed.
"Hey, what's up?"
I cleared my throat.
"I have a question for you."