We did it many times. But Damian wasn't satisfied just doing it inside the cramped car. We went to the nearest hotel, and I lost track of how many times he claimed my body. His every movement was intense, passionate, hungry.
Gone was the gentle Damian who would let me rest after a round or two back when we were still a happy couple. He showed me another side of him that I hadn't seen before; perhaps one that Elizabeth built. But I wouldn't say I hate it. I couldn't bring myself to.
I longed for it. As stupid as it may sound, I hoped it would change something between us.
I hoped. Because the next day, when I woke up, and tried to reach for the other side of the bed, he was no longer with me. Not even a trace of him was there, and I had to repeatedly force myself to believe it wasn't a d
