"You're an idiot, Damien Sinclair."
The words echoed in the damp, quiet space of the shower enclosure.
Damien's hand froze on the heavy glass door. He turned back slowly, his jaw clenched, his golden eyes guarded. "Excuse me?"
Aria didn't retreat. She closed the agonizing fraction of space between them. She reached out, her small, bare hands coming up to cup his face. Her thumbs brushed over his sharp cheekbones, slick with residual water.
"You're a brilliant, terrifying, billionaire mastermind," Aria said, her voice soft but unyielding. "But when it comes to human emotions, you are a complete idiot."
Damien swallowed hard. He didn't move away from her touch, leaning into her palms despite himself. "Aria—"
