Maya's POV
Since Damon walked out of my apartment on Saturday, his parting words echoed in my mind. Was I ready for a man like him? The question haunted me through sleepless nights. He was devastatingly handsome, impossibly intense, while I remained young and woefully inexperienced.
It was strange that I hadn't noticed him that day at the office. How could anyone miss such a commanding presence? My first real glimpse of him was at the dealership, where I secretly sighed over him, convinced a man that gorgeous would never spare me a second glance. That night, he invaded my dreams. When our paths crossed again at the wedding, my heart nearly stopped—I expected indifference, but instead received gentleness, attentiveness, and something that felt like genuine affection. There was an undeniable connection between us, something electric and inevitable.
