(Damon )
Her words cut through me like a blade. Why does it feel so right? Because it was. It was the bittersweet truth I had refused to accept all this while. As I looked into her glossy eyes that looked at me with wonder while her lips still shone pink, fresh from the kiss we had shared earlier, I realized that she was all I wanted in this moment and the next.
But how could I do that?
“Elara…” I whispered her name again, though this time it didn’t sound like a warning. It sounded like a prayer. Like I was asking her to save me from myself.
Her breath brushed against my lips, shaky, filled with the same hesitation that had been in me, yet there was something else….an unspoken plea, a dangerous need that mirrored my own.
She wanted me to kiss her again.
I should have stepped back. I
