Nuru's POV
As days passed, Damien and I had a new routine. He was barely at my door before we pounced on each other, a dance of urgency and longing that had become our lifeline.
That was the only time we could find for ourselves before we were swarmed with responsibilities.
No words were necessary – our mouths did all the talking. I would move across the room, drawn to him like a magnet, his arms finding their place around me as if they belonged there all along.
The world outside would fade away, leaving only the two of us in our cocoon. Our lips would meet in a collision of desire and lust that spoke volumes without uttering a single syllable.
It was always a kiss that carried the weight of unspoken promises – a vow to seize every stolen moment as if time were slipping through ou
