Aria’s POV
That night, the moon hung low and heavy, its gentle glow softly spilling across the room, like a quiet secret I hesitated to face. Sleep was nowhere to be found. I kept turning over, my sheets tangled around me, my heart caught in a delicate dance between guilt and longing, making it hard to find peace.
Every time I closed my eyes, I could still taste him, Damon. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my lips and the rough press of his hands, as if he was trying to memorise me, or maybe erase the distance between us once and for all. My wolf purred happily at the memory, but my heart trembled with a mix of emotions.
I kept telling myself I shouldn’t have let it happen, but the words felt so empty. What we shared was difficult to define. It wasn’t love, not quite, but i
