ANNABEL
Yeah, I was gonna accept his proposal. As f****d up as it sounded, I knew Damon wasn’t gonna keep this s**t going forever. I needed something real, even though I craved him, wanted to keep drowning in his touch. But I couldn’t. We were just f*****g around, pleasing each other, and it was gonna end one day, sure as hell.
“So, you gonna accept me? Did you give it a thought over the weekend?” Michael asked, his eyes hopeful. Yeah, all weekend I’d been holed up in my room, ironically dodging Damon like a damn ghost. f**k, our escapades weren’t real.
“Yes, Michael, I’m gonna be your girlfriend,” I said, and trust me, I saw the excitement explode on his face, like he’d hit the f*****g lottery. For a second, Damon’s face flashed in my head, dark and hungry, but I shoved it away, hard.
