Novels by Steph’s closet

Sienna spent the entire drive back to her apartment gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her heart was still hammering, her mind replaying every second of the night before, every whispered word, every heated touch. She should have never let it happen. She had been walking a tightrope with Damien since the moment she signed that contract, but last night… last night, she had set fire to the entire rope. And now there was no going back. Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, yanking her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. Claire.For a second, she considered ignoring it, but she knew her best friend wouldn’t let her off that easily. With a sigh, she pressed the answer button and put the phone on speaker. “You disappeared last night,” Claire’s voice came through immediately, laced with curiosity. “I swear, one second you were sipping your drink, and the next poof! Gone.” Sienna swallowed hard. “I… wasn’t feeling well.” A pause.

The weight of morning pressed down on Sienna before she even opened her eyes. She wasn’t in her own bed, that much was obvious. The mattress was too firm, the sheets too soft, and the warmth enveloping her was entirely unfamiliar except it wasn’t. A slow, sinking realization curled through her as she became aware of the arm draped over her waist, the steady rise and fall of a chest behind her, the scent of cedarwood and something unmistakably masculine surrounding her like a cocoon. Damien. Her breath caught in her throat. Last night wasn’t a dream. A slow pulse of heat unfurled in her stomach, memories flashing in rapid succession his lips claiming hers with a hunger that stole her breath, the way he whispered her name like it was the only thing that mattered, the way his touch had ignited something deep inside her, something she had no control over. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to block it out, to push it into a locked corner of her mind where it couldn’t co

The moment Sienna opened her eyes, reality crashed over her like a tidal wave. She wasn’t in her apartment. She wasn’t alone. Damien’s arm was draped over her waist, his warmth still lingering on her skin. His slow, steady breathing sent a shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she allowed herself to stay there, wrapped in the remnants of last night. But then, the weight of it all settled in. What had she done? She turned her head slightly, her gaze landing on Damien’s face. Even in sleep, he looked impossibly perfect his sharp jaw relaxed, his dark lashes resting against his skin. He looked different like this. Peaceful.Vulnerable in a way she’d never seen before. Her fingers twitched with the urge to trace his features, to memorize every detail. But she couldn’t. Because this they weren’t supposed to happen. Panic started to creep in, but before she could move, Damien shifted beside her, his grip tightening instinctively. His lips parted slightly, and he murmur

Sienna wasn’t sure how long she stayed in Damien’s arms, lost in the heat of his touch. Every breath she took felt heavy, charged with emotions she didn’t dare name. She should pull away. She should remind herself why this was dangerous. But she couldn’t. Because in this moment, nothing else existed but him. Damien’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on her lower back, his breath warm against her skin. His hold on her wasn’t just possessive it was protective, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. Sienna swallowed hard. “Damien…” He hummed in response, his grip tightening. She hesitated. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear she couldn’t keep pretending this wasn’t real. “What are we doing?” she whispered. Damien’s jaw tensed, his body going still. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, slowly, he lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “We’re crossing a line we can’t come back from,” he said, his voice low, rough.

Sienna wasn’t sure how long she stayed in Damien’s arms, lost in the heat of his touch. Every breath she took felt heavy, charged with emotions she didn’t dare name. She should pull away. She should remind herself why this was dangerous. But she couldn’t. Because in this moment, nothing else existed but him. Damien’s fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on her lower back, his breath warm against her skin. His hold on her wasn’t just possessive it was protective, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. Sienna swallowed hard. “Damien…” He hummed in response, his grip tightening. She hesitated. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but one thing was clear she couldn’t keep pretending this wasn’t real. “What are we doing?” she whispered. Damien’s jaw tensed, his body going still. For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, slowly, he lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto hers. “We’re crossing a line we can’t come back from,” he said, his voice low, rough.

Sienna lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind a chaotic storm of emotions. Damien’s touch still lingered on her skin, his kiss burned into her memory, but the moment had left her shaken in ways she couldn’t explain. She had seen something in his eyes tonight something raw, something that scared her more than the danger surrounding them. She wasn’t afraid of Damien. She was afraid of how much she felt for him. The realization made her chest tighten. This was supposed to be simple. She was supposed to keep her heart out of this, to protect herself from getting too attached. But it was already too late. A deep sigh left her lips as she turned onto her side, hoping that sleep would claim her. But just as her eyes fluttered shut, the bedroom door creaked open. She sat up instantly, her pulse spiking. Damien stood in the doorway. The dim glow from the city outside cast long shadows across his face, but even in the darkness, she could see the tension in his po