DAMIEN’S POV

Rose’s lips were still on mine, soft and warm, tasting like the little mint she’d popped earlier. I couldn’t stop smiling against her mouth. The way she’d just tossed Scarlett out like yesterday’s trash? Pure gold. My girl was a force, and I was the luckiest bastard alive.

I pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead resting against hers, and then I started laughing—quiet at first, then full-on, shoulders shaking.

Rose tilted her head, eyes sparkling with confusion and amusement. “What’s so funny?”

I grinned wider, hands still resting on her hips where she straddled me. “I just can’t get over that day.”

She raised a brow. “What...