Chapter Seven: Quiet Moments, Loud Hearts
The city skyline glittered beneath the night sky as Damon and Ava stood on the rooftop terrace of Wolfe Enterprises, the cool breeze wrapping around them like a whispered secret.
After days of threats and investigations, this moment felt like a fragile reprieve — a breath stolen from the chaos.
Damon handed her a glass of wine, their fingers brushing in a spark of electricity that neither could deny.
"You never lost that stubborn fire," he said, eyes softening.
Ava smiled, heart fluttering. "Neither did you."
They stood close, the noise of the city fading into a gentle hum, their past and present folding together in the space between them.
Damon's hand found hers, warm and steady. "I don't want to waste any more time."
She met his gaze, the vulnerability there matching her own. "Neither do I."
And then, under the stars, with the city lights as their witness, Damon closed the distance — lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both promise and apology.
In that moment, everything else disappeared.