Elena's POV
Claire's words echoed in my head as I stood in front of the cabin mirror, my hands gripping the edge of the sink.
I splashed cold water on my face, watching it drip down my chin.
My makeup was already ruined, black streaks under my eyes that I'd scrubbed away with a towel.
I pulled off my dress and reached for the silk pajama set I'd packed, my hands shaking as I buttoned the top.
The argument replayed in my head, Claire's face when she touched Damien's arm, the look she gave me like I had no right to feel anything.
And maybe I didn't.
But then I remembered the office, his mouth on mine, my fingers in his hair, the way I'd kissed him back like I'd been starving for it.
And then tonight, when his hand reached for mine.
“Don't.”
That's what I'd said.
I didn't hate tha
