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Before I skip to his bed, he pulls me in for a hug. “Are you okay with sleeping in my bed tonight?”
I nod as he eyes my nipples poking through my shirt and presses another one of his long-lasting kisses on my cheek.
“I need you to know, Gemma, if I could choose anybody in the world to be happy with, it would be you.”
Then he lets me go and heads to the bathroom.
He leaves me with those parting words. The kind that give hope. And they make my stomach flutter with nerves and excitement.
I already know how much I’m into this man. It’s only a matter of time before the truth hits me square in the chest.
He’d pick me.Ifhe could.
That’s the question with Damon, isn’t it? Not if he cares for me or has feelings for me. The whole push and pull is his way of battling with the demons inside his mind. The question with himisn’t if he wants more with me, but if he wants me more than his own negativity.
Will he realize one day that he deserves to be happy too?
I’m dying to know what he went through with his ex, but I know to appreciate the small bread crumbs he hands my way for now.
I put my alarm on and charge my phone for the night. Then I slip underneath the satin sheets, reeling in Damon’s warm, spicy, vanilla smell.
Before Damon even comes out, I fall asleep dreaming of my angel.
I finally see all of him as he comes to me and places the straw against my cracked lips—dark hair, chiseled jaw, and eyes the color of raw chocolate.
Damon isn’t in bed when I wake the next morning. I stretch and pull my phone off the charger, knowing I need to get ready before we head to the airport.
I sit up, leaning against the frame of his king-size bed when he comes in, drenched in sweat. By the looks of it, he got his workout out of the way.
“Hey,” I say, placing my hands between my legs. I feel shy for some reason, especially when he glances over my legs.
“You should go shower.”
I see the time on my phone, so I stand to grab my purse. “Will you shower after me?”
“We could shower together ... save water.”
I shake my head playfully, trying and failing not to notice the sweat beading off his carved upper body. I turn away from him, but he twists me around, and I land on his lap while he’s hugging me from behind.
“You don’t want to make those vegans proud?” He kisses my neck.
“Damon . . .”
“Fine, use mine. I’ll shower in the guest—”
“I’ll use the guest shower, don’t worry.”
He squeezes the side of my hip in response. “No. I want you in my shower. Stop arguing. Just go.”
I leave the warmness and sweatiness of his arms, the ones I wish I could spend all day tucked under. I breathe in when I lock his bathroom door. His smell lingers.
I let my thoughts wander, taking me back to everything that happened yesterday with Harvey and then with Damon.
I can’t believe I told Harvey about Damon to spite him.
I’m more determined than ever to put some distance between us, because we both deserve better. I’ll still speak to Henrik, since leaving Harv alone when I move out doesn’t sit well with me.
Except maybe it’s time to accept that he has Claire—that she’ll be there for him.
