OLIVIA’S POV
The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting golden light across the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at my packed bag, my mind a whirlwind of emotions.
I had to leave.
Not for good though.
The weekend was over. My time in Damon’s house had come to an end.
And yet, my body still burned with the memory of last night.
I cursed under my breath, rubbing my hands over my face.
But I can’t resist you. I need you, Damon.
I had said that. Out loud. To him.
I had lost control, let myself slip, let myself be vulnerable. And for what? A moment of weakness? A moment of undeniable, addicting desire?
Goddess, I was so stupid.
So stupid that I left his room last night in shame. How did hell did I get so addicted to him that I became so shameless
