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“You don’t try to tame me.” His hand wraps around my neck.
“You’re only a monster when you drink too much,” I say, my words carrying through the room.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He leans forward. “I’m a monster with or without a drop of alcohol.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Youshould.If you knew, Gemma, baby, if only you knew.”
He might as well have.
I repeat Sutton’s words about Damon’s link to Palmer’s death.
What did hedo?
“You always see the worst in yourself,” I say, desperate for self-reassurance.
His sharp laugh breaks me a little. “You’re biased. You always have my back.”
“So then trust me, Damon.Please.” I give my hips a little shove, moving against him. “I love you so, so much.”
Pain crosses his eyes.
“I love you. Move in with me.” He unzips his pants, and in one thrust he’s inside me. “I’m so fuckingmad at you, but I’ll always want you.”
His bottle of liquor finally forgotten, he turns to my body instead to chase away the agony. I hope he’s not thinking of her. I hope he loves me and wants me more than he wanted her.
I know I should stop. Comparing myself to a ghost will guarantee a lifetime of disappointment. If only I could help it. If only I weren’t grabbing on to his words telling me how much more we mean to each other.
More than anyone else.
We don’t rest until we’re both spent. We finish one after the other, and he leans down, leaving a trail of kisses near the cum skimming down my sex. “This thing between us. It terrifies me, Red.” Another kiss. “I’m so scared of losing you too.”
Then he cradles me in his arms, holding me so close it’d be impossible to escape, even if I dared.
“The only way you’ll lose me is if you keep pushing me away.”
“Come live with me.”
I don’t answer him. I let his request waver through the silent night. I hold on to the brilliant side of me that tells me not to be an idiot after he left me.Again.That Damon only opens up when he’s bottles-deep in hard liquor.
My heart, though? It’s soaring higher than the sky. And it wants to live with him.
Forever be his.
We fall asleep embracing each other near the fire, with his past a looming shadow we can’t escape.
It’s Friday today.
And I don’t want to leave Damon’s home. I don’t want to go to work.
Not when Damon holds me tight near his fireplace. Not after what he told me last night.
I’ve been staring at him, deciding whether I should move in with him or not. I want to—butshouldI?
This is where I want to be.
In Damon’s arms.
