Chapter 231

• Good. Maybe I have time to talk myself out of this disaster before it happens. But who am I kidding? The second Damienshows up, I’ll freeze, just like always. I’ll let him walk all over me with that stupid smirk of his, and I’ll still want him. Pathetic.
• I shake my head, trying to force the thoughts away. I should be stronger than this. I should have gotten over him years ago. He’s not even that great. He’s just… okay, fine, he’s gorgeous. Tall, built like he was made to be in charge, with messy black hair and arms that could crush me if he held me too tight. He’s all muscles and dominance, and now that he’s thirty, it’s only getting worse. He’s a walking wet dream. And those eyes—ugh. Don’t get me started on his eyes. They’re like a storm cloud, gray and intense, and they make me feel like I’m being pulled under every time he looks at me.
• No. I’m not doing this. I’m not getting caught up in Damien Lucas: The Fantasy when I know the reality is a thousand times worse. I should leave before this blows up in my face.