Aria’s POV

That night, the moon hung low and heavy, its gentle glow softly spilling across the room, like a quiet secret I hesitated to face. Sleep was nowhere to be found. I kept turning over, my sheets tangled around me, my heart caught in a delicate dance between guilt and longing, making it hard to find peace.

Every time I closed my eyes, I could still taste him, Damon. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my lips and the rough press of his hands, as if he was trying to memorise ...