My fingers instinctively touched my lips, still in disbelief that what just happened was real. The intensity of his kiss left my lips tingling, my heart racing, and a strange yet pleasant sensation lingered on my bare lower back.
"What did you do to me, Damon?" I muttered, staring at my reflection in the mirror one last time before heading out. I quickly slipped on my long cardigan, realizing that I had left it off earlier, giving him the opportunity to touch me. Now, I can't shake off the memory of his hand on my skin.
Today, I've chosen to wear high-waisted shorts with a blouse tucked in. The combination of white and pink feels perfect for the day. As I step out of my room, I feel a sense of liberation, finally free from my confinement. It feels incredible to be able to walk out into
