"Smartass." Damon had just woken up, and his voice was huskier than usual. That purring sound was enough to make Arabella's heart race.
Deep down, the woman could not deny that she was afraid of what would come next. The days tended to be more tense and turbulent than the nights with Damon.
"Do you still hate me?" he asked, forcing a slight smirk.
At this point in the game, after all the hours they had spent together, after all the secrets their bodies had shared, there was no room for hate.
"Do you still need a contract?" she countered, and it was enough to wipe the smile off the man's face.
The truth was that Damon did not know any other kind of relationship.
He did not know what it was like to like someone enough to take risks.
He did not know what it was like to prioritize som
