(Elara)
The soft morning light seeped through the curtains. It casted long shadows in my room but the silence was thick, apart from the soft chirping of birds greeting the day.
Inside me, the night hadn't ended. I spent most of it tossing and turning in my bed, reliving the kiss with Damon and when I finally shut my eyes, I dreamt of him kissing me again. It came completely unexpectedly but it was everything I had been dreaming of.
His lips had been warm and demanding, soft yet urgent, and when his hand had tilted my face toward him, my breath had hitched in a way I hadn’t expected. I had wanted to pull away…..should have…but my body had betrayed me, craving the connection even as my mind screamed against it. He was my dad's best friend but in that moment, I didn't care.
I turned it
