–Livana–
I felt completely drained. Damon had taken me—twice. I managed to sleep for maybe an hour before he woke me again, overly excited to show me a collection of dresses I couldn't even see.
He described each one in detail. I told him I wanted something powerful, yet subtle. He chose a white one—a snow-white shade, he said, a symbol of our new marriage. He even wore a matching plain T-shirt to match, as if pairing clothes would solidify whatever this was between us.
He was obsessed with the idea of us being a couple. I was tired of it.
He suggested we go on a date, and I realized something then. I'd never been in a real romantic relationship—no dating, no boyfriend. Just one drunken mistake.
A one-night stand. With him.
"You look gorgeous, baby," he said.
If only he knew how much I hated pet names like that.
"I can't wait to make love to you in that dress."
I felt his fingers reach for my chin, lifting it gently.
