(Damon)
The second my lips left hers, it was like waking up from a dream I shouldn’t have but couldn’t escape. That kiss was slammed through every rational thought I had ever tried to hold on to.
I don’t know what came over me when I saw the way she looked at me….like a betrayer.
I could still taste her….vanilla and something faintly sweet, but with a sharp edge. Her breath was warm, shaky. My own chest was pounding in a way I hadn’t felt in years. God, I wanted to taste her again, to feel that heat spread through me, but the second the contact ended, the weight crashed down.
I should have stopped myself from kissing her but I didn’t, couldn’t.
Why didn’t I stop myself?
I clenched my jaw and ran a hand through my hair as I headed to my room. I didn’t turn back to look at Elara as I
