I didn’t care that I probably looked crazy or that my lips were salty with dried tears. I kissed him back like he was air and I’d been drowning.
I clutched his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me upright, and when he finally pulled back and looked into my face, I forgot how to think.
“What happened?” he whispered, voice tight and full of something sharp and scared. “Talk to me, kitten. What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?”
The moment Damon said it—“What happened?”—something inside me just collapsed.
I didn’t even try to hold it together anymore. I couldn’t. It was like those two words opened a trapdoor in my chest, and everything I’d been trying to swallow down just came pouring out of me in one huge, ugly, embarrassing, uncontrollable flood.
My mouth opened to speak, to expl
