The elevator ride to the underground garage felt longer than it should have.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Neither Kendrick nor Damian spoke.
The moment in the office still hung between them.
Too close.
Too dangerous.
Too real.
Damian stood against the back wall of the elevator, breathing slowly, trying to steady the storm raging inside his body.
The heat had not eased.
If anything, it had grown stronger.
His senses felt sharper now.
Louder.
More sensitive to everything around him.
Especially Kendrick.
Standing only a few feet away.
Kendrick kept his eyes forward, hands in his pockets, posture calm.
Controlled.
Measured.
Unmoved on the surface.
But inside, his mind was anything but calm.
He could still feel the warmth of Damian's body from earlier.
The memory lingered vividly.
The scent.
The contact.
The moment their breaths had nearly mixed.
It had taken every ounce of discipline he possessed to step back.
