"This afternoon?" Damon placed a hand over his eyes to shield his vision from the sunlight.
"It's nine in the morning"
Arabella carefully analyzed the man's posture on her bed. He was still fully dressed, just as he had arrived in her room.
Deep down, she was afraid that his reaction would be harsh, cold and distant. Unlike anything it had been the night before.
"I should have been in New York since seven," he complained.
"I would have woken you up, but I did not know"
"Why are you distant? Come here" Damon remained with his hand over his eyes, but the invitation was more than sincere.
Arabella left the cup on the side table and crawled onto the bed. She lay down next to Damon, face down, and waited until he gave her a look, or a few words. The truth was that she wanted to know if h
