Damien’s POV
Once again, I sat in my office, driven to distraction by what had occurred the night before.
Amelia had kissed me. Yes, she had been asleep. Yes, I would pretend until my dying breath that it had not happened. But I knew the truth, even if I was the only one who knew it.
Amelia had kissed me.
Awake, she would have been more likely to slap me than kiss me, but asleep, she had not hesitated. Because of that, I could only hope that her dreams were a reflection of her true feelings. After all, even sleepy, one wasn’t likely to kiss someone they hated.
If I could only find a way to convince her that she didn’t need to have her walls up with me all the time. The problems we had were fixable, no matter how messy they were.
She was my mate through and through, and I wanted this
