Chapter 81 Confusion Solution

• Hailey
• I didn't know how many times we'd made love last night, how many times he'd whispered that he loved me, how many times he kissed me and wiped away my pain—or how many times I told myself, in the morning, that I'd let it all go. But waking up in his bed, wrapped in his shirt, my scars carefully covered in ointment and bandages, I realized something: even the drugs Ricky used couldn't erase last night from my memory. He existed—Damien black still existed—will always exist—in every one of my fucking veins.
• The drugs didn't erase anything—Not the fact that Damien had made love to me, telling me he loved me again and again and making me feel like he meant it. Not the fact that Carter had been there when they rescued me, silently letting me walk away with Damien, fully aware of what I needed. I needed him. I needed Damien.