(Damon's POV)
I drove out of the parking lot with only one thought consuming me—Ava.
How the hell did I end up like this? Completely drawn to the one woman I should never want? No matter how much I tried to fight it, the pull was relentless. Even when I told myself to stay away, the way her eyes held me captive kept dragging me back in.
Maybe she felt it too. Maybe she didn’t.
My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I replayed our argument, the way she’d glared at me with fire in her eyes, as if she wanted to tear me apart. My chest clenched at the memory, but instead of anger, all I felt was hunger.
I should be mad. Shouldn’t I?
But I wasn’t.
Ava had done something to me. That fire in her eyes only made me crave her more. It made me want to touch her, to feel her, to pull her in
