Damon's POV
Life had become remarkably easier lately. Several days had passed since Sasha's dramatic performance in my apartment, and thankfully, she'd stopped calling altogether. My relationship with Maya was thriving, and even my father had eased up on demanding my weekly presence in Crestwood.
"The big day is finally here!" Maya watched as I adjusted my tie in the mirror.
"Indeed. You seem unusually excited about it," I observed, catching her gaze in the reflection as she squeezed herself between me and the bathroom counter.
"Of course I'm excited to watch my handsome boyfriend lecture for an hour about detective work, followed by another hour of questions from eager law students." She ran her hands across my chest and planted a soft kiss on my chin.
"I thought you were excited about getting thoroughly satisfied by your handsome, well-endowed boyfriend later," I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist and teasing her with a kiss behind her ear.
