GABRIELLE’S POV
I wasn’t sure at what point I fell asleep but I woke up the next morning on Damon’s bed, my body sore and my thighs aching.
But that wasn’t what hurt the most.
I touched his side of the bed and it was cold.
I lay there, staring at the space beside me. Damon didn’t come back to bed last night and even though I was expecting that, it still stung.
How hard was it to just sleep beside your wife for one night or even for a few hours? I should have known better than to expect anything but detachment from him.
I had no regrets about last night though. I just wish I could stop myself from hurting.
I told myself that this was what I signed up for. He didn’t lied and he didn’t promise softness, or staying, or anything that came after.
Wanting more now felt foolish, and
