Damon’s POV

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I helped Vivienne gather the towels and her cover-up. That small touch sent another jolt through me, sharp and hungry.

That kiss had cracked open a door I’d kept locked tight, and now I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there. But Elena’s face at the upstairs window earlier still stuck in my head.

I excused myself and headed to the study.

I sat at the same spot from last night, and stared at the files scattered across the wood.

I could still feel the softness of ...