Claudia's POV
Damon left.
My body was on fire, melting from the inside. I bit my lip and curled up on the bed, trying to take care of it myself, but the heat only got worse. Right when I didn't know what to do, the doorbell rang.
Damon came back? He couldn't stay away after all!
I threw on a robe and ran to the door, barefoot, happy.
The second I opened it, my heart dropped. It wasn't Damon. It was my pathetic ex-husband, Charlie.
Before I could even feel disappointed, he saw my flushed face, my hazy eyes. He gave me that smug smile. "Claudia, looks like you're waiting for someone."
I didn't have the energy for small talk. The moment he touched me, all my restraint snapped. I pretended he was Damon. I pressed against him, wrapped around him, begged him.
Charlie wasn't a saint. He n
