Rory's POV
The door creaked open, and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. It was Damien.
His dark eyes landed on me where I lay sprawled in the bed sheets , and I stiffened, instinct screaming at me to yank the covers up and shield myself from that gaze.
But before I could move, his voice cut through the silence.
“How do you feel now?” My throat went dry, my tongue clumsy as I tried to form words.
“I—I’m managing,” I stammered, and hated the tremor in my voice.
He pushed away from the wall, walking toward me with unhurried steps. My pulse pounded against my ribs loudly in my ears.
He stopped beside the bed, his eyes dragged down my length in a way that made every inch of bare skin prickle. He didn’t even have to touch me; his stare alone was enough to strip me down to something
