The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 43: A Step Toward Us-1

The hospital room was quiet, dimly lit, and for once, Maya wasn’t thinking about Jamie.

She was thinking about him.

The blanket was warm over her legs, but her skin tingled with nerves. Her heart thudded too hard, too fast.

She’d already sent the message.

Done the brave thing.

But now…

Now she was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling like a girl waiting for the universe to shift.

And then it did.

Her phone lit up beside her pillow.

Her breath caught.

She hesitated.

Not out of fear-but something else.

That strange, fluttery tension that curled inside her chest like warm air in a too-small balloon.

Her fingers twitched toward the phone, then pulled back.

What was she so nervous about?

It wasn’t bad fear.

It was the kind that made your stomach flip and your palms sweat and your thoughts spiral into what ifs.

Still, she braved it.

She grabbed her phone, fingers curling tight around the edges, and slowly turned the screen toward her

Damien Blackwood.

Her chest tightened.

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Chapter 43 A Step Toward Us-1

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She stared at his name like it was a portal into something far too big for her to understand.

Then, finally, she unlocked the screen.

The message was there.

I wasn’t. Not until your message came through. You don’t need to thank me. I’d do it again a hundred times. Are you still awake?

Maya blinked.

Her lips parted on a soft breath-and then she blushed.

Hard.

The kind of blush that started at her neck and crept all the way up to her ears.

Her free hand covered her mouth instinctively, as if she could hold the warmth inside.

She felt like a teenager again.

No-scratch that.

She felt like ten-year-old Maya, sitting in a cinema seat with sticky fingers from popcorn, her eyes wide as she watched Superman fly across the screen.

That was the day she fell in love with Henry Cavill.

Her first real crush.

He was twenty-seven then, all jawlines and quiet strength, the kind of man who looked like he could hold the world in one hand and still be gentle with it.

And little Maya had decided, right there in that theater, that this was her dream man.

Strong. Stoic. Devastatingly handsome.

But deep down-soft.

He wasn’t real, of course.

He was a poster. A fantasy. A movie star in a cape.

Until now.

Because somehow, Damien made her feel ten again.

Only this time, the man wasn’t on a screen.

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