Amidst the glittering stars and the dark secrets of high society, Aurora and Damon find themselves intertwined by an unpredictable destiny. In the heat of passion and jealousy, their souls are drawn into a game of power and desire, where past and pr...
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The awakening was gentle, like emerging from a dream. Gradually, I became aware of the soft bed beneath me and the comforting weight of the blankets. I shifted slightly, my eyes opening slowly as the room around me took shape. For a moment, I wondered where I was until I felt the familiar presence beside me. Damon.
Damon was watching me in silence, his blue eyes fixed on me. His gaze was intense, impenetrable, yet not frightening. There was something in him that made me feel at ease.
Slowly, I remembered how I had fallen asleep in the car. The last thing I recalled was the sensation of the road passing by and the comfortable warmth of the seat beside me.
I must have fallen asleep on the way, I thought, still a bit confused.
"Damon... why did you bring me here?" I asked, my voice rough with sleep, my eyes still adjusting to the soft light illuminating the room.
"You fell asleep. I didn't want to wake you," he replied, his voice carrying a weight in the quiet room that sent shivers down my spine.
I smiled softly, the sound of his voice bringing a comforting familiarity. "But I'm your neighbor," I joked, trying to lighten the mood. "You could have taken me home. And if I'm not mistaken, you don't like anyone entering your room."
He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "How do you know that?"
"Liam told me," I replied, remembering our childhood days. "He said you got angry with him once for coming in without asking. You used to forbid everyone from entering."
"You're not telling anyone."
I didn't respond; I wasn't sure how. Instead, I just settled more comfortably and felt Damon move closer to me. Too close. Then, with a controlled calmness, he gently pulled me towards him, as if expecting me to leave if I wanted.
I didn't.
Damon hugged me, holding me against his chest and stroking my hair. My body was in constant shivers, my heart almost racing out of my chest. We used to do this as kids, but now? It wasn't like before.
The sensation of his body...
"What time is it?" I asked, still nestled in his arms.
"1 a.m.," he replied, his voice calm and serene. "I called your dad and told him you'd be staying here."
"Did he agree?" I asked, surprised.
"Why wouldn't he?" Damon said, his voice tinged with confusion. "But I told him you'd be in the guest room."
I laughed, realizing that we were nowhere near the guest room. "Well, clearly I'm not there."
He tightened his hold on me a bit more, reminding me of all the times he tried to keep me close when we were kids. "You haven't changed a bit," I commented, nostalgia warming my chest.
