Chapter 93

Sienna

The moment his lips met mine again, I knew.

This was different.

Everything about the night was different. Everything about the two of us being together today was different. And I found myself getting more lost in him than I thought that I ever could be.

There was no rush, no anger, no resentment boiling beneath the surface. There was no hate between us. There was no rage. It was as if we had left all of that behind us and now it was just the two of us. Damon’s kiss was deep, slow, reverent. His hands cupped my face as if I were something fragile, something he feared breaking, and yet he held me like he never wanted to let go.

He smiled into the kiss. He kissed me, showing me that he wanted me by his side. He kissed me gentle enough to tell him to pull away or to stop. I knew that he was asking for my consent with each kiss and I gave it to him with every single kiss.

The grass beneath the blanket was cool, but his body was warm as he