SLOANE
"I'm so sorry, princess. Come here," Damon told me, his voice rough and strained from whatever he'd just been through. He was looking so weak and pale, his skin almost gray in the harsh living room lighting. But somehow that did absolutely nothing to hide his rugged authority, his commanding presence that filled the entire space. His whole body was shirtless and covered in bandages, muscles defined even in his weakened state, and I couldn't stop staring at him like he was some kind of miracle.
I started walking toward him just meaning to hug him, to feel his solid warmth and reassure myself that he was really awake and alive. But the second I got close enough, Damon grabbed me and kissed me instead. Hot and hungry and desperate, like he'd been dying of thirst and I was water.
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