Chapter 17 Virgin Bianca
- Damon’s POV
- A groan escaped my lips as my eyes fluttered open, the dull throbbing in my head reminding me of last night’s events—or at least, the parts I could remember. My vision was blurry at first, but as I turned slightly, I felt something—or rather, someone—pressed against me.
- A hand draped lazily over my chest.