Damon

"Aurora," I moaned against her plump lips, intoxicated by her heavenly scent of vanilla, lavender, and peach that wafted my nose, reviving my excitement.

A pang of sadness hit me at the realization that I had misidentified her, but I shoved the feeling aside before it clawed its way into my head.

Her shocked expression says it all.

I hope she doesn't ask me about Ivy.

Throwing cautions to the wind, I adjusted, maintaining a sitting position on the bed ...