Page 23 of Curvy Cabin Fever
Damien’s lips curve slightly, but his eyes stay locked on me as he lifts his coffee cup. “Something like that.”
The heat in his stare is unmistakable.
God, he’s delicious.
I grip my water bottle a little tighter, feeling the shift in the room. Morgan’s teasing is one thing—he enjoys pushing buttons, getting reactions—but Damien? Damien’s presencealonemakes my pulse spike.
Morgan stretches out lazily, watching Damien over the rim of his mug. “Aria already ate, by the way. But don’t worry, I saved you some.”
Damien raises a brow at me. “You ate without me?”
I shrug. “You were still asleep.”
Damien rolls his shoulders, setting his coffee down before moving past me. His fingers graze the small of my back as he reaches for a plate on the counter, the touch barely there, but it sends a spark straight through me.
Morgan catches it, his smirk deepening.
I exhale slowly, pretending not to notice the way my body reacts to the lightest touch from either of them.
“Since when are you up early, anyway?” Morgan asks Damien, watching him dig into his food.
“Since last night was worth getting out of bed for,” Damien answers smoothly, throwing me a look that turns my knees to jelly.
Morgan whistles low. “Damn. Look at you, being all charming.”
Damien grins, but it’s lazy, almost predatory. “I wasn’t talking to you, man.”
I definitely need more water.
Morgan chuckles, shifting his attention back to me. “So, Aria. What’s the plan for the day?”
I blink. “What?”
“You’re stuck with us, so what do you wanna do?” His voice is casual, but there’s something underneath it—something that makes me feel like no answer will be the wrong one.
Damien leans back in his chair, stretching out like he owns the damn place. “We could play cards. Watch a movie.” He glances at me again, his eyes dark. “Or something more interesting.”
Morgan tilts his head, amused. “Like what?”
Damien shrugs. “Guess we’ll see what she’s up for.”
We?!
His gaze flickers down my body, making it painfully clear what kind ofinterestinghe has in mind.
Morgan drums his fingers on the counter, watching me with equal interest. “What do you say, Aria?”
I lick my lips, pulse hammering.
They’rebothlooking at me like that—like I’m something they plan on keeping entertained all damn day.
I inhale slowly, forcing myself to stay calm. “A movie sounds fine.”
Morgan chuckles. “Fine, huh? That’s the best we get?”
I roll my eyes, standing up. “A movie soundsgreat. Happy?”
Damien smirks. “Getting there.”
