Dimitri's POV
I didn't get any sleep.
How could I when every time I blinked, I saw her—Blair, pressed against me in that closet, her lips rosy and swollen from my kissing, her eyes dark with desire that mirrored my own?
When every breath I took still carried the faint scent of her shampoo, sweet and maddening?
I'd crossed lines. I swore I never would. Reading her diary was bad enough, but kissing her again—that was just unforgivable.
And yet all I wanted was to do it again and again and never to stop doing it.
Around five in the morning, I gave up on sleep entirely. I hit the gym in the basement, punishing my body with weights and repetitions until my muscles screamed.
Physical pain was easier to handle than the war raging in my heart.
By seven, Vale showed up with hot coffee an
