As I made my way back to the packhouse, all I could think about was being in Damian’s arms. My body was aching for him, and I wanted more than just cuddles right now. My anger hadn’t subsided, and I needed a distraction.
Once at the packhouse, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I opened it and gulped it down like a fish out of water. I got rid of the bottle and made my way up the stairs. My bedroom door was open, which worried me since I never leave my door open.
I walked in and couldn’t see Damian anywhere. I started to panic. Had Scott gotten into the house and taken Damian?! I quickly looked on the balcony to make sure I hadn’t missed him. He wasn’t there either. My heart started to race. Where had this boy gone?! I began to walk out the door again to find him
