Willow.
I paced the room like my skin no longer belonged to me. My breaths came too fast and too shallow as if I’d run miles when all I’d done was whisper into Damon’s ear. Goddess!!
Why did I do that? Why did I lean in so close and let my voice curl into that space behind his ear like something sinful, something meant? The air still crackled with it and it still tasted like heat and smoke like the charged silence of lightnin.
My hands trembled when I reached for the edge of the wooden dresser grounding myself. The mirror stared back at me all harsh and too honest, painting me in the orange and honey hue of the setting sun that poured through the window.
My eyes were wide and wild, full of emotions I couldn’t name like fire and want and some kind of fear, not the kind that warns bu
