Elena
So yeah… I was left halfway drunk on lust thanks to the scandalous chapter I'd just read—panting, flushed, and unreasonably hot under the collar—and then Damon had to go and walk in naked like some kind of sinful fever dream brought to life.
And now here I was.
Confused. A little mad. Kind of relieved. Definitely irritated. And still soaked in the aftershocks of that CEO-and-secretary smut scene.
Was it... relief I felt seeing him again after three days of him vanishing off the face of the earth? Yeah. Maybe. Kind of. But it was tangled up in something sharp and ugly—anger.
Because of all the things he could say after disappearing, he thought I was glad—glad—because I assumed he might be injured?
Seriously?
