Lana’s POV
Evening crept in quietly, the pale glow of dusk slipping through the curtains. I stirred, groggy at first, then acutely aware of the hunger gnawing in my stomach. My eyes blinked open to the faint rustle of fabric, and there he was – Damon, tall and steady, his hands helping me slip into fresh clothes as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His movements were patient, deliberate, almost tender.
Heat climbed into my cheeks. What exactly were we now? Lovers? Ex couple's sharing a reckless night? Or two broken people stumbling into something neither of us could define?
My thoughts tangled into knots, and I bit my lip, unsure if I should even meet his eyes.
But Damon had always been sharper than I gave him credit for. His gaze caught mine, dark and unreadable, as if
