"Hey, asshole," Stephanie huffs at Damien, though there's an underlying affection in her tone.

"Good to see you too, Stephanie, back in the business and all dressed to impress," Damien responds, patting her shoulder before turning his gaze to me.

Damien was the hottest guy in high school, and time seemed to have only enhanced his appeal. He looked even better now, standing there in his black dress pants and white collared shirt. His hair fell in soft waves over his high cheekbones, and his intense steel blue eyes locked onto mine, almost piercing through.

"Lora!" Damien's smirk softens, replaced by genuine excitement in his voice. "I've been waiting years for you to show up at my parties."

His sudden and intense attention catches me off guard, causing all my worries from earlier to melt away. I open my mouth to respond, but the words escape me as I find myself getting lost in his gaze.

"Stephanie, you wouldn't mind if I showed her around a little, right?" Damien doesn't break eye contact with me as he speaks to Stephanie.

"You wish," Stephanie hisses back.

"Come on, it'll give you time to sleep with my sister again."

"Don't think I won't."

"Great, shall we?" With a fluid motion, Damien takes my hand in his and rests his other hand on my lower back.

I pause, glancing at Stephanie for approval. She rolls her eyes but gives me a subtle smile, signaling her approval.

I look back at Damien, and he doesn't need me to say anything. He can see my compliance in my eyes.

As we make our way through the crowd, people part to let us through. Damien's firm grip on my waist provides a sense of security, making me feel invincible to the hazards I had worried about earlier.

He leads me upstairs, and we walk across a parqueted bridge that overlooks the party below. At the end of the hall stands a large wooden door. Damien opens it halfway, his arm wrapping a bit tighter around me.

The fabric of my dress is thin, and so is his shirt. For a moment, I can feel the hardness of his muscles against my side.

"Why don't you check out the porch, and I'll find something better for us than what's downstairs?" Damien suggests as he crosses the room toward a white wooden cabinet.

I glance at the expansive bed on my way to the glass door leading to the porch. The fresh night air envelopes me, and I take a deep breath. How did I end up here?

I've never received this kind of attention from a guy before, especially not from Damien. He barely acknowledged my existence when he was Stephanie's boyfriend. Why the sudden change? Is it because of my dress? Is it because Stephanie is gay... or maybe-

A round silver gleam catches my eye on the glass coffee table, reflecting the moonlight. The full moon shines back at me, and in that moment, all my doubts dissipate.

"Beautiful," Damien says beside me, handing me a crystal glass of red wine.

"Yeah... The moon always calms me," I respond, and he chuckles.

"I meant you, Lora." His blue eyes once again hold mine with an unyielding grip. "You are beautiful."

I glance down and take a sip of the wine, feeling a warmth spread through me. The taste lingers on my lips.

"You never said anything before..."

Damien laughs again. "I'm not as confident as I may appear, you know. It's hard to put yourself out there and risk rejection with someone like you."

"Aww, that might be a little too sweet for me to handle," I reply, looking back at him

. His smile brings forth one of my own.

"Are you sure about that?" He takes a small step closer, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. The gentle touch of his fingers against my cheek sends shivers down my spine.

"No," I reply, not allowing my gaze to waver. Before I can say anything else, our lips meet, and the world around us fades away. His lips are soft and cool against mine, and as I melt into the kiss, his tongue gently explores my mouth, leading mine in a swirling dance.

His fingers trace a path down the side of my neck before his grip settles on my hip, pulling me closer to him. It all feels so sudden and yet so right. The sound of my glass shattering on the floor breaks us apart.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," I apologize, my gaze lowered in embarrassment.

"Hey," Damien laughs, lifting my chin with his finger. "Cheers, darling." He lifts his own glass and drops it, the wine spattering on my legs. He pulls me back against him, his hands caressing my waist, and our lips find each other again. My hands explore his body, tracing the lines of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt.

His lips leave mine and trail down to my neck. I gasp as he places a gentle bite, and shivers run up my spine, raising the hairs on my nape.

"Come," Damien takes my hand. "Let's find another bottle."

As we enter the room, we're greeted by an unexpected scene.

"What the fuck..." Damien curses.

On the master bed, a girl who looks like she's been snatched out of a Hollywood action movie is straddling Stephanie, kissing her passionately and nearly ripping her new dress.

"Put on a fucking shirt, sister," Damien growls.

Cassie takes a moment to break away from Stephanie and looks toward us. Her green eyes glint mischievously beneath bright blonde bangs, and she flashes a heartbreaker's smile.

"Relax, you little wuss. It's just gym clothes."

"Would you please leave?" He glares back at her, clearly not amused.

"Why should I? Because I sealed my deal before you could?" Cassie tilts her head and gives him mocking puppy-dog eyes before returning to kissing Stephanie.

"Eh, isn't this your bedroom?" I raise an eyebrow at Damien, who squirms uncomfortably. Meanwhile, Stephanie manages to extricate herself from Cassie's hold.

"No, it's his dad's," Stephanie answers, still seeming a bit disoriented as she adjusts her dress.

"So, it's some kind of family fetish for you guys to defile your father's bed?" I inquire.

"Spot on," Cassie smirks at me and beckons me over with a curl of her finger. "There's room for you too."

"Leave it, Cassie. Lora's my 'closet case,'" Stephanie intervenes, saving me from the awkward situation. I'm not sure if I'm more attracted to Damien or his older sister, Cassie.

Cassie gets up from the bed and walks toward the wine. Her sculpted abs and sun-kissed skin, combined with her long, toned legs, give her a powerful presence. Her hair is shaved at the sides, emphasizing the strength in her shoulders. And if that weren't enough, her breasts are like twice the size of mine.

"So," Cassie takes a long sip of wine as she prowls toward me. "Lora, you're Stephanie's 'closet case' That is interesting"