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My cheeks warmed at his words. In those moments duringsex, I was full of pure animalistic desire and had absolutely no shame. I would do anything to chase the bliss of an orgasm. But now, the memories of my wantonness embarrassed me.

Damien chuckled as he grabbed a slice of pizza, gesturing for me to do the same.

“Don’t laugh at me.” I crossed my arms over my chest, causing his shirt to ride up a little higher, exposing the round curve of my butt.

His gaze traveled from my face to my bare skin. “No need to be to be embarrassed. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants.”

I grabbed a slice and took a bite, groaning as the cheesy goodness awoke my taste buds.

Damien’s gaze darkened. “How do you feel about cold pizza? Because you’re not making it easy for me to sit over here and be a good little boy.”

“Don’t tempt me with a great time.”

Now, it was Damien who groaned before leaning forward and giving me a quick but passionate kiss. “I have to feed you,” he said, trying to convince himself. “If I don’t, you won’t be able to last the night. So, eat up.”

I took another bite of pizza and chewed it thoughtfully before blurting. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Not telling you it ended with Elijah.”

“Why didn’t you?”

I inhaled deeply. “Everything happened so fast. I was overwhelmed and afraid.”

He nodded. “I can understand that.”

I cleared my throat, suddenly uncomfortable. “Yeah. And I really am sorry. I never meant to throw my problems on you and then disappear.”

“Are you okay?”

“In all honestly, I am. It’s hard to explain, exactly.”

“You know I prefer the long answer.”

“That’s just your way of getting more information to try and read me.”

“Maybe.”

I sighed. “And I give in all too easily.”

“But that’s one of the things I like about you. You’re honest, upfront, and you don’t play games.”

“It’s just… he and I had been together for so long. I don’t really know how to be an adult without him. It’s daunting to consider how my life will change and what will be different. But I’m looking forward to finding myself again and becoming the woman I want to be. Not the one I’m expected to be.”

I paused to chew. He said nothing as I processed my emotions.

“I don’t have to worry about my behavior or if my outfit is embarrassing someone. And it’s freeing. It reminds me of a song from Skillet about breaking free. That’s me.”

“Did you just come at me, the musician, quoting a song? And from another band?”

“What can I say? I’m a lyric junkie.”

“We’ll get back to that. But I’m curious. What was the final straw? And how the hell did you end up here, in my hotel room, of all places?”

“Well… he didn’t believe in me, and it broke me. I could no longer fight for someone who was always choosing to think the worst of me.”

“Hm. That’ll do it.”