Zora’s POV
Strolling down the corridor by Damon’s side, memories of that rainy night flooded my thoughts, with a mix of emotions. I couldn’t escape the vivid recollections of how he had held me protectively during the thunderstorm, his touch remarkably gentle, creating a cocoon of safety. The meme our seemed to be stuck on repeat in my mind, all my thoughts replaying how he had kissed me like he could not get enough of me, of how he had pleasured me and f****d me until the only word I knew was his name and how I had fallen asleep shrouded by his warmth, too dated to be worried about the thunder anymore.
It would have been better if all of that was a dream because it sure had felt like one when I woke up the next morning to find him gone and witnessed his swift dismissal in the dining ha
