Date = 23 November
Waking up after s*x with the girl still in my bed is a first for me. And I like it.
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV – Damion
WARNING – s*x scene!!
I wake to an empty bed, and for half a second, my heart free-falls straight into my gut.
Panic is an old acquaintance. So are fear and nightmares.
Loyal companions, I came to know all too well ever since my sister died. And in the time since, I’ve been prancing around a mental stockpile of guilt with a dash of PTSD, conjointly sprinkled in like seasoning I never asked for.
My hand slides across the sheets. Cold. Untouched.
What if something happened to her? What if she left? What if D took her?
All of those possibilities hit at once, sharp and real enough to make my chest tighten.
Then I hear movement
