The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 238

175 Warped as Moonlight and Trust /

Chapter 115: Wrapped in Moonlight and Trust-2

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In the middle of the peaceful night, Maya stirred in the darkness, her eyes fluttering open to the steady warmth of Damien’s chest beneath her hand. His heartbeat, calm and sure, seemed to echo through her, grounding her-but there was something different tonight. Her skin tingled, her body hummed with a memory she couldn’t shake, and her throat felt unexpectedly dry.

Gently, almost reverently, she slid her hand away and eased out of the bed, careful not to disturb him. Bare feet met the cool floor as she tiptoed toward the walk-in closet, her movements slow, almost hesitant. Her fingers fumbled until she found the first thing she could reach-a long-sleeved dress shirt. She slipped it on, the soft cotton falling loosely around her, the scent of him faintly clinging to the fabric.

Quiet as a whisper, she made her way to the kitchen. The glass in her hand was cool against her lips as she drank slowly, savoring each swallow, feeling the quiet pulse of her body align with the rhythm of her thoughts. She noticed the moisture on the window and, curious, stepped closer. As her fingers brushed the glass, droplets ran down the surface. The rain had started-tiny, persistent droplets tapping against the floor-to-ceiling panes, the soft patter blending with the night’s quiet.

Maya pressed her forehead to the glass. Her gaze followed the shimmering streaks of rain, each droplet dancing in the soft light. She held the glass in both hands, and her mind wandered back to the moments with Damien-the heat, the closeness, the way her body had melted against his. A faint smile curved her lips as she hugged herself, savoring the memory, letting the warmth linger.

That’s how it feels… magical, she thought. Like the world shrinks to just us. The way he touches me, holds me… it’s like I could stay in that moment forever. She shivered slightly, not from the chill, but from the memory-the exquisite, tender ache of desire and the comfort of being held completely, entirely, by him.

The rain streaked the window, droplets blurring the world outside. She traced the patterns with her finger absentmindedly, feeling the quiet thrill of the night, the intimacy of their shared closeness, and the fragile peace of this hidden haven. Even as danger waited beyond these walls, here, in this moment, everything felt suspended-soft, intimate, and impossibly a

live.

Maya lingered in the living room, hugging herself, eyes half-closed, letting the rhythm of the rain and the memory of Damien’s warmth wrap around her. The soft glow of the fireplace flickered across the room, casting dancing shadows that warmed her skin.

Meanwhile, inside the bedroom, the absence of her warmth stirred something in him.

Chapter 175 Wrapped in Moonlight and Trust 2

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Damien’s eyes fluttered open, scanning the bed-and froze. She was gone. His pulse quickened, and he swung his legs off the bed, moving with quiet urgency.

Grabbing a pair of boxers from the drawer, he moved silently through the house, drawn by the faint sound of the fire crackling and the soft patter of rain against the windows. There she was-in the living room, a silhouette framed by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Moonlight spilled across her, mingling with the flickering firelight.

The loose shirt she had pulled on fell delicately over her frame, brushing her thighs; her hair was tied in a messy bun, strands falling softly around her neck and shoulders. She held a glass of water, fogged from the night air, and her eyes were lost in the rain outside, watching the droplets cascade down the glass.

Damien paused at the doorway, taking in the intimate scene: her quiet vulnerability, the soft curve of her body, and the way the firelight played across her skin. Slowly, he stepped forward, sliding his arms around her waist from behind.

Maya jolted at the sudden touch, but a small sigh escaped her as she leaned back into him. His face nuzzled the side of her neck, warm and steady, his lips brushing her skin as he whispered, low and teasing, “What are you doing out here, love?”

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