Nora's POV

Damon was on his way. I could barely sit still. Thanks to Jane who had finally visited and brought over some stuff I needed, I was able to look better than I had in days.

Not that I felt it mattered to Damon how I looked—after all, my looks hadn't stopped him from ravaging my lips the other day—but I wanted to look pretty for him.

I applied the lipstick and then some gloss, marvelling at how beautiful I looked in the mirror. I imagined Damon wiping it off later with his kisses ...