~~Claire~~
If there’s one thing you can always count on Damon for, it’s his unholy talent for pissing me off. And not in a casual, “you left the toilet seat up” way. No. Damon has a way of drilling straight into my nerves and twisting, leaving me simmering in absolute rage and… something else.
First, there was the thing with Stephen—accusing me of fraternizing, of all things. Then, the coffee stunt. And now, by some ungodly sorcery, he’s managed to worm his way so deep into my head that I’ve practically begged for his touch in the middle of an office. I can’t even recognize myself right now. I’m a responsible, professional woman. A mother. And here I am, weak-kneed and craving this man like he’s some kind of drug.
The worst part? My body won’t let me forget.
I can still feel his lips
