6

Phoebe

The accident was going to kill me. Not the injuries from the event, but the embarrassment I experienced after throwing myself at him. It had to be the concussion. There was no other explanation for my uncharacteristic actions. I was going to die from humiliation.

That kept me from sleeping, so I was up and ready to leave very early the next morning. I was sore and stiff, so I moved slowly. I wasn’t trying to sneak away. I was just being quiet out of consideration—and a wish to avoid another interaction with Damon.

“I should have expected you to sneak out.”

His disapproving voice sounded behind me as I carefully eased open the doorknob on the front door. I let out a startled yelp and whirled to face him. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you sneaking up on me and giving me a heart attack?”

He had his arms crossed over his chest—I couldn’t help noticing he was still bare from the waist up, forcing me to look away as my clit pulsed at the tempting sight—and he shook his head. “