Damien woke to the bitter taste of whiskey on his tongue and a dull ache pounding behind his eyes. His first thought was to reach for the bottle he’d left on the nightstand, but his hand brushed against something warm instead.
He froze and slowly, he turned his head and saw her.
Lila.
She lay curled beside him, her honey-brown hair spilling over the pillow, her face soft in sleep. The sheet had slipped down, baring the smooth line of her shoulder, the faintest hint of the body he had worshipped only hours ago.
His chest tightened, the firestorm of last night colliding with the cold weight of morning. He remembered every sound she made, every shudder of her body, every desperate kiss. He remembered the way she clung to him sweet, intoxicating and utterly forbidden.
A curse slipped thro
