Chapter 128

• Damon:
• She was curled up on the bed again, this time wrapped in one of my black button-down shirts that nearly swallowed her whole. Her hair was tousled, her bare legs tangled in the sheets, and she had that sleepy, just-woke-up glow that hit me like a damn punch to the gut.
• She looked up at me from where she sat cross-legged, a tray of breakfast between us—pancakes, eggs, fruit, and coffee I forced myself to make without burning the damn cabin down.