Chapter 32 The Touch That Lingers

• Ariana’s POV
• The rain returned that evening not with thunder or chaos, but with a steady rhythm that tapped softly against the tall glass panes of Damien’s penthouse.
• Ariana sat curled on the corner of the expansive sectional, wearing fresh clothes an oversized black sweater and leggings she hadn’t realized Damien had stocked in the guest drawer. The gesture should’ve unsettled her. Instead, it made her chest tighten in a way she didn’t want to name.