~Damon~

“Who is she?” she demanded, each word sharper than the last. “Tell me, Damon. Who the fuck are you fucking?”

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

Because my silence said more than a thousand confessions ever could.

“Oh my God,” she hissed through the phone. “You are. You fucking are. I can hear it in your breath. You’re panting. You’re hiding. Is she there now? Is that why you’re whispering like a goddamn criminal? Is that why ...