(Damon)
I almost kissed her again.
I stood just outside the door with my jaw clenched, pulse hammering harder than it should. My palms still burned from gripping the arms of her chair, from caging her in and from nearly giving in to the thing I swore I wouldn’t let happen.
The hallway outside Camila’s room was too quiet. Too still. Hospitals had their own kind of silence which was mostly cold and clinical, one that tried to soothe but only managed to make every second feel stretched thin.
God help me, I almost lost control in that room with Camila asleep beside her. One more second and my mouth would’ve been on hers, consequences be damned.
And that terrified me more than the Syndicate ever could.
What kind of man would I have been if I had given in to my desires?
I took in a deep b
