Chapter 34: High Up in the Ceiling

[Cara]

If this was a mistake, how can it feel so right?

How could his touch feel like comfort when I wasn’t supposed to be with him?

How am I supposed to refuse when my very being yearns for him? Desiring him most of all?

Am I mentally ill for behaving this way?

Upon seeing my scars, I thought he’d be repulsed by them. That he will be going to take back all the flattering words he said to me.

Instead, he surprised me with the tenderness of his lips grazing over my flaws.

He is aware of what they signified, and it was a glaring indication of how much of a wreck of a woman I had become after falling into the clutches of that monster.

Yet, he only sees perfection in them.

I have thought of Damon, but his face faded somewhere at the back of my consciousness when a low feral growl took my attention, sending crazy hot flashes of ache down between my legs. I said what I said, and there no taking it back when he leaned forward, lips came down, lavishing into mine.

The heat radiating from his