Damon’s Point of View
I try to open my eyes and groan the sharp light.
For a few seconds, I don’t move.
I just lie there, trying to remember what the hell happened.
Then bits and pieces begin flashing in front of my eyes.
Ava...
I shake my head... God... That dream felt so real... I can still feel her heat, I can still smell her all around me... I feel myself harder, just thinking about the way she clenched around me.
Suddenly something moves next to me and my eyes snap open and they land on Ava, peacefully sleeping on my chest.
Oh god...
She’s real.
Her hair is messy, her face relaxed, and for one brief second I forget everything.
The arguments.
The confusion.
The way I’ve spent weeks trying to convince myself that she doesn’t matter.
I close my eyes, willing this to be a n
