Wren
I woke to pale gold light spilling across my sheets, my body still humming with the ghost of Damon’s hands. For one disorienting second, I forgot forgot the interrupted kisses, the almosts, the way he’d looked at me like I was oxygen and he’d been drowning for years. Then memory crashed in, brutal and bright.
He’d left when I went to get Liam water and tuck him in.
After Liam’s second interruption, Damon had slipped from my room like smoke vanishing before I’d even returned. No goodbye. No lingering touch. Just… gone.
Just like last time.
I dragged myself to the shower, scrubbing my skin raw as if I could erase the feel of him. The steam couldn’t warm the dread coiling in my stomach. Which Damon would I find today? The man who’d kissed me breathless in the kitchen and later in
