Damon POVThe room was dark when sleep finally pulled me under.Exhaustion had won after days of searching, fighting, and drinking. My body gave out on the bed, still fully clothed, Elliot’s old photograph clutched loosely against my chest.I didn’t dream often anymore.When I did, they were usually nightmares.But tonight…Tonight was different.The moment my eyes closed, the dream took hold.Soft moonlight filtered through tall windows. I stood in the middle of the hockey arena, but the ice had been replaced by warm wooden floors. The cold rink air had become thick and sweet, carrying the unmistakable scent of my mate.Elliot.He stood a few feet away, bathed in silver light, wearing nothing but one of my old hockey jerseys. The fabric hung loosely on his smaller frame, the hem brushing the tops of his thighs. His silver-blue eyes met mine, shy yet burning with the same longing I had tried so hard to forget.“Damon…”His voice was soft.Breathless.I crossed the distance in two stri
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