The Following Morning 

Emma's POV

My eyes fluttered open, my vision blurry at first. I rubbed them lazily, trying to adjust, but the heavy arm draped over my waist brought everything back like a tidal wave. 

Damon Blackwood. Last night. 

Shit. 

Let me tell you how it all ended-because honestly, I still can't believe it myself. 

After all that... passion, sweat, and sin, I was about to shift positions when Damon, in all his drunken glory, knocked my mask off. My ...