Chapter 28 – Unspoken Desires
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Elena barely slept that night.
Even after she had retreated to her room, locking the door behind her, Damon’s presence lingered in her mind. The way he had looked at her in the elevator. The way his words had sent a thrill of danger down her spine.
She hated how much he got under her skin.
Morning came so soon, the golden light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Elena sat up, running a hand through her hair. She had to stay strong. She couldn’t let him break her.
A soft knock on the door made her tense.
“Elena.”
Damon.
She hesitated before getting up, wrapping her robe around her, and opening the door just enough to see him.
He stood there, already dressed in a crisp black shirt, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his strong forearms. His dark eyes flickered over her, unreadable.
“Breakfast,” he said simply.
Elena swallowed. She had expected him to bring him up last night, to push her buttons again. But he didn’t. He just turned and walked away, expecting her to follow.
For some reason, that unsettled her more.
She made her way to the dining area, where an elaborate breakfast had been set up—fresh fruit, croissants, eggs, and coffee.
Damon sat at the head of the table, watching her as she hesitated.
“Sit,” he ordered.
Elena took a breath and sat across from him.
The first few minutes were quiet, the clinking of silverware the only sound between them.
Finally, Damon spoke. “I have business to attend to today. You’ll stay here.”
Elena bristled. “I can’t just be locked away like a prisoner.”
His gaze lifted to hers, calm but firm. “You agreed to this arrangement. This is part of it.”
She gritted her teeth. “And what exactly am I supposed to do all day? Stare at the walls?”
Damon smirked. “I’m sure you’ll find ways to entertain yourself.”
Her pulse spiked at the double meaning in his tone.
Before she could retort, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then stood.
“We’ll continue this discussion later,” he said, already walking toward the door.
Elena watched him go, frustration simmering beneath her skin.
She had expected a battle of wills with Damon. What she hadn’t expected was the way her heart betrayed her every time he got too close.
And that terrified her more than anything.
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