Willow.
The morning light was soft and yellow when I opened my eyes or rather when I let them stay open after pretending to be asleep for what felt like hours. My body ached in the strangest and quietest ways and not pain.
More like aftershocks. A kind of heavy fullness like the kind you feel after swimming deep under cold water and coming back up gasping. I didn’t move. Not even when the mattress dipped beside me. I heard him shift slow and quiet.
Damon never made noise unless he meant to. I knew he thought I was asleep, and maybe I wanted him to think that too but I couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t deal with what might be in his eyes or worse, what might not be.
He stood after a while. I watched through the tiniest c***k in my lashes. The way he pulled on his clothes in silence, bar
