(Damon)
I had not slept one bit last night. It hadn't given me peace.
It had been hours of lying in the dark, listening to the quiet silence of the estate, every sound reminding me of her. Every breath I took felt like it carried the taste of her lips…..it was warm, soft, dangerously addictive.
And I hated myself for it.
I had crossed a great line last night.
A line I had sworn, years ago, I would never touch. Elara was off limits… she wasn't just younger, she was his daughter. My best friend's. The man who trusted me to keep her safe.
And instead of protecting her, I had let myself kiss her like she was mine.
I rubbed my hand on my face as I sat up on the edge of the bed. The morning light filtered through the curtains and somehow its soft rays were too harsh for me. I preferred r
