DAMIEN

I heard the door slam shut behind her.

I didn’t need to look up to know it was Keilah. Her scent, sweet and earthy, lingered in the air. She must have caught a glimpse of me just as I was pulling on my clothes. A small, amused smile tugged at the corner of my mouth, but I didn’t dwell on it. I wasn’t the type to get embarrassed or flustered easily.

I continued dressing without so much as a pause, pulling on a black shirt and then buttoning it up with measured precision. My mind was elsewhere. Keilah’s reaction was amusing and annoying, but it wasn’t surprising. She was...