Willow.
None of us move an inch. The air between us crackles with heat and I swear I can hear my own rapid heartbeat pounding in my ears. Damon’s chest rises and falls just as fast, his breathing heavy and wild like he’s holding himself back with everything he’s got.
His desperation mirrors mine perfectly which was undeniable and pulsing through the space between us like electricity. I lose the wordless war first. Of course I do! I don’t think I have any bit of self control after going years without exploring these feelings.
I surrender to what we both know we want, to the reckless need building since that night in Elder Toma’s room, since the moment he first saw me as more than a warrior and more than a secret. The moment he told me I have the most beautiful scent he’s ever smelled
