Chapter 231 Sgf 10

• 10
• Damien.
• There’s a kind of peace that comes right after sex. Not the romantic, pillow-talk kind. I’m talking about the deep, animalistic silence when your body’s wrecked, your mind’s blank, and your chest is still rising like you’ve just fought a war and barely made it out. That’s the kind of peace I had, wrapped around Lila in my bed, sweat drying on our skin, her leg hooked lazily over my hip. The sun hadn’t even fully risen. My blackout curtains made sure of that.