Amara's POV
I snuck out of Damien's room early this morning, feeling like a fool. Knowing him, I was certain that he knew the exact moment I left. He was always alert, even in his sleep. He just let me leave to allow me preserve whatever dignity I had left.
Pieces of my foolishness last night filtered into my head, and I had never felt a more pressing need to bury myself. I told him I wanted to sleep with him. I told him I wanted him. I acted so desperate, it was shameful.
What the f**k was I thinking? I let him hold me while I slept? f**k me now.
I had a terrible headache, which I believed that I totally deserved, my brain acting a little slow from my hangover.
Jumping into bed, I wrapped myself up in the sheets, taking the form of a human-sausage. I pushed every thought I was havin
