Chapter 93: No More RunningANNABEL

The bathroom was all steam and heat, the kind that clung to your skin and made everything feel hazy. I stood under the shower, letting the water pound against my back, trying to wash away the ache in my chest. Last night had been everything, Damon’s hands, his mouth, the way he’d looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. But then that damn phone had buzzed, and he’d slipped right back into that world of his. Russo, Carlo, whatever else he ...