FIA
I'm lying in bed, enveloped by the chilly darkness of my room, trying my best to push away thoughts of the moment when Damon appears before me. His passionate kiss is something I wish I could forget, but it's etched in my memory. It's driving me crazy wondering why his presence affects me so deeply.
I should despise his kisses and his touch, yet they stir something inside me that I can't explain. I know I shouldn't have given in to his advances, but I couldn't resist the allure of his touch.
I'm grateful that I managed to push him away, but it feels like I'm also pushing a part of myself away in the process. It's as if the walls I've built around my identity are crumbling.
But damn him!
I can't tell if his words are genuine, but I can't fathom why he would choose someone like me,
