Damien's POV
"I want to sleep with you."
Those words crashed into me like a tidal wave, and it echoed moments after it had been said.
I withdrew my hands from her as if she burned me. Maybe she did, just not in the way fire burns.
"I want to feel you, Damien." She murmured, fanning herself. While me? I was beginning to drown.
"You don't know what you are saying. Sleep."
I wanted to send her back to her room, but I was scared of leaving her alone. She stayed alone for about two hours, and she came to me this drunk. I didn't trust her not to do something that might harm her.
She shook her head. "I know what I am saying. I want you to sleep with me."
I was still trying to figure out if she meant literal sleeping or something else, when she moved towards me and did something crazy.
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