Gabriella
Could I blame my heart?
No.
My heart knew this was a bad decision. It was my body that wanted Damien.
As he stepped inside my suite and fastened the lock on the door, my breathing quickened, and I shook my head. “Damien..."
“No, Gabriella." His deep voice reverberated through me like the rumble of thunder warning of an impending storm. He reached for my chin, holding my gaze to his. “Don't overthink this."
“I'm not," I lied.
Overthinking was an understatement. My thoughts were multiplying by the second, each one frantic and scattered.
The storm brewing within me built, twisting my insides as my thoughts spun with tornado-strength winds capable of obliterating my new world, the world I'd built without the man before me.
The turbulent sea churning in his orbs meant he
