Chapter SevenHis World, His RulesI didn’t sleep.Not because Damon kept touching me—though he did.It was how he touched me. Like he didn’t know where I ended and he began. Like he was mapping me into memory, studying the way I breathed, the way I sighed, the way my thigh twitched when he dragged his fingertips over my skin.He didn’t speak much. Just watched me.And kissed my shoulder.And rubbed circles into my hipbone.By morning, I wasn’t sure who I was anymore.I sat up in his bed, my hair a mess, my dress discarded somewhere on the floor, his t-shirt stretched over my body.Damon was already awake.He was sitting in the chair by the window, shirtless, wearing only black slacks, a coffee mug balanced in one hand.“You don’t sleep,” I said, rubbing my eyes.“Not well.”“Because of me?”His eyes flicked to mine. “Because I want you more than I should.”I swallowed.The room felt charged again. Like the night had never ended. Like it would never end.“I should go,” I said, though
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