Gabriella

My eyes opened in a dreamy haze as I instinctively curled next to the mountain of warmth at my side. Rolling to my back, I stared up at the ceiling and assessed my thoughts and feelings. A week ago, I told myself this couldn’t happen—I wouldn’t allow it. Now, I was waking in Damien’s bed. My new coat was lost somewhere to the floor and other than my room key, all my personal possessions, including clothes, were in a room down the hall. ...