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When he sits on the bed, there’s a redness to his dark eyes that greets me.
“Because...” He grabs my hand. “I won’t hurt you.”
I know he won’t. I can feel it in the lightest cells of my being, feel the conviction of his statement through my soul.
I try to speak, but it hurts.
“Shh. Go to sleep.”
Am I really not dying? Am I dreaming? Why am I here?
“W-will you come... back?” God, every word out of my mouth feels like someone cursed my tonsils.
“No.”
“I’ll never see you again?” The hope will burn me.
“Unlikely,” he whispers. “But when you close your eyes—I’ll be there.”
I have a feeling I’ll wake up and he’ll have disappeared. The thought makes me want to cry.
“So you won’t remember me?” I whisper, my eyelids slowly shutting of their own accord.
“Go to sleep.”
This is what being on ten different drugs must feel like—as if beautiful angels are here to save you, here to distract you from the pain, here to give you a small dose of strength before your world finally crashes at your feet.
He left me behind, my guardian angel, but he never left my heart.
“How did it feel to walk around without your thong?” Damon asks once we sit in the front seats of his Lexus. We left my car at work.
Henrik texted me earlier that he wants to talk, which makes me wonder if Harvey told him about our breakup. I need a few days to clear my head.
When Damon’s cold fingers brush my pussy as he drives with one hand, I moan softly, gripping onto his forearm. “Dripping. Did you think about this all day?”
I nod, reaching for his hair.
“Me too,” he admits.
When he kisses me at a red light, I forget about my morning, about my breakup, about the pain I caused Harv. About the drawings.
I leave it all behind.
I lean into Damon’s touch, my mouth opening for him, delivering all that I can for him to devour, to savor.
I want him to bring out desires in me I never knew were possible. The thought that he was carrying my thong in his pocketall day was enough to make my legs squeeze against each other as the day wore on.
I grab on to his hair, pulling it—hard. Like I own it. Because I want to. I so do.
It’s as if I’m drunk and high simultaneously. Damon has that crippling effect when he wants to.
“I want you,” I whisper in his ear.
He leaves a trail of kisses on the side of my neck, moving the material of my coat out of the way before refocusing his eyes on the road.
“I’ll be buried in you all night, Gemma.”
I’m on his bed, on my knees, and my breath hitches while he lightly grazes the red strap of my bra.
