Chapitre 66: My Biggest Fear

Damien

The morning is crisp and clear as I walk Riley to the car, my hand firmly on the small of her back. She's radiant, even in her tailored work attire, her confidence practically glowing. 

I open the passenger door for her, and she slides in, giving me a small smile that does things to me I'll never admit aloud. As I round the car to the driver's side, I can't help but wonder how the fuck I got this lucky.

The drive to her office is quiet but comfortable, filled with the occasional hum of her voice as she scrolls through emails on her phone. I glance at her every chance I get, taking in the way the sunlight catches her hair and the way her lips purse when she's focused.

She looks serene, but there's this faint trace of worry etched into her features that she hasn't been able to shake.

"Stop overthinking, Malyshka," I murmur, breaking the silence.