Clara lay on her bed with a pillow pressed tightly over her ears, but it did little to block out the sounds bleeding through the walls. The low, breathy moans of Damian's wives rose and fell in waves, slipping through the quiet of the night and settling deep into her thoughts. It wasn't loud enough to be crude, but it was intimate enough to make her painfully aware of what she was missing.
She turned slightly, burying her face deeper into the pillow.
"I should have just stayed home," she muttered under her breath, her voice muffled and laced with frustration.
"Nah… I'm glad you are here."
Damian's calm voice came from behind her, so close it sent a sharp jolt through her chest. Her breath hitched before she could even react.
