Maya's POV
My birthday weekend with Damon had been absolute perfection. Every moment felt like a dream—he had meticulously planned each detail to create unforgettable memories. I found myself constantly drifting into daydreams, wishing that magical time together could stretch into eternity. More than anything, I longed for him to crave me with the same inexplicable intensity that I felt for him.
After he accompanied me to secure my jewelry in a safe deposit box at the bank, he admitted he'd had the best weekend of his life too. Those words played on repeat in my mind as I sat at my desk, absently chewing on my pen cap and replaying our time together.
"Maya, Maya!" Owen's amused voice broke through my reverie. "Are you still with us, or have you left for some distant planet?"
I blinked back to reality. "Not a distant planet—just Damon's wonderful world," I confessed with a dreamy smile.
"Has the detective completely captured you then?" Owen teased, his eyes twinkling.
