ROXANNE POV
I wasn't sure how I felt about what happened last night.
Part of me wanted to analyze every second of it, but the other part didn't even know where to begin.
Damien had stopped himself, but the way he touched me, the way his breath grazed my neck...I hadn't been able to shake it. I've never been touched like that before. Never wanted to be.
And now I couldn't stop myself from thinking about it.
I was in the kitchen, trying to distract myself with breakfast. Bacon sizzled in the pan, scrambled eggs fluffed up in the bowl, and a stack of toast rested on the warming tray.
My mind kept drifting, wandering back to the way Damien's hands had held me. The way he asked for permission. The way his lips had found mine. The way he pulled away. The way...
Before I could fall into the spiral again, I heard giggling. Childlike and full of joy.
I looked up.
Angelina came into view perched on Damien's shoulders, gripping his hair like handlebars and using his head like a steer
