I didn't sleep.
How could I, after Damien's confession? After standing so close to him that I could count his eyelashes, after feeling his hand on my cheek and seeing recognition flicker in his storm-colored eyes?
By six AM, I was dressed and had my suitcase packed. My flight wasn't until evening, but I needed to get out of this hotel before I did something stupid. Like find Damien and tell him everything.
I was dragging my suitcase toward the elevator when I heard the click of heels on marble behind me.
"Leaving so soon?"
I turned to find Vanessa walking toward me, looking immaculate despite the early hour. She was wearing a white silk robe that probably cost more than my monthly rent, her blonde hair perfectly styled, her makeup flawless.
She looked like a bride. She also looked d
