Maya's POV
Spending time with my girlfriends always brought joy, but tonight my mind kept wandering. Damon had been overwhelmed lately, spending countless hours at the police station. He desperately needed a break, or at the very least, something to help him unwind from the pressures of his job.
When he arrived to collect me from Hazel's house, I immediately noticed the strain etched across his face. Rather than asking what was bothering him only to hear the usual "just work" response, I decided on a different strategy. I'd give him something else to focus on—something pleasurable.
"Hey there, handsome! Been thinking about me?" I leaned across the seat, pressing my lips against his in greeting.
"Every minute you're away," he replied, his voice deep and resonant in a way that always sent shivers down my spine.
"Then drive us home. I hope you're not planning on sleeping tonight," I warned with a suggestive smile.
