OLIVIA’S POV
I woke up to the soft light of the morning creeping into the room. For a second, I thought I had dreamed everything. The heated exchange of passion with Damon, the confusion, the silent tension that followed—it all felt like fragments of an overactive imagination. But as I stirred, the soreness in my limbs and the lingering scent of him on my clothes from last night made it clear that it had all been real.
Last night had been intense. One moment, I was a tangled mess of desire in his arms, the next, I was left alone in a bed too big and too cold. He’d retreated, and I’d been too proud to chase after him.
Rolling out of bed, I padded over to the window and looked outside. The sun was high, its warmth doing little to thaw the unease in my chest. Something felt off about the
