Chapter 137

Kayla's POV “Babe, that was amazing,” I murmured, turning to face Damien as my fingers trailed down his chest. It had been amazing, passionate, intense, and unlike before. He wanted me, truly wanted me, and that made me happy. The way he cried out when he came told me everything: he felt it too. If he would just let me in, I could make him happy. Tears welled in my eyes, tears of joy as it sank in. He needed me. He had called for me, and that felt like a step toward finding our way back to what we once had. I hadn’t felt this hopeful in so long. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss. But then his voice cut through the moment. “What the hell are you doing?” I froze, inches from his lips, stunned by his tone. That’s when I noticed, his hands weren’t on me. They were at his waist, fastening his jeans. He was zipping up, already checked out. No kiss. No lingering touch. Just… done. And just like that, my joy crumbled. My tears turned bitter as the truth hit me: he didn’t