Willow’s POV
I squinted my eyes, trying to adapt to the brightness of the room. How could someone slide up every curtain in the room?
I glanced around, noticing I was not my Queen-sized bed. Wait, wait, this place… the memories from night came back rushing like an avalanche.
The pain in my core reminded me of yesterday’s night and I could not help the blush stains that coated my cheeks. I smiled at the way he had smiled when he saw me fully replayed in my head. The way he felt so huge that I could not help but gasp in shock. I had noticed the way he stared at me the moment he entered the room and I could not help but clenched my thighs at his heated state.
Damon was the epitome of manly beauty. His ripped muscles and the way his chest had pumped against my back the moment I rubbed him
