Garden of Eden
six
She only felt alive with him.
A big difference when she used to need many men to feel this way. And she could admit it to herself now that she had needed all those men to warm her bed, just to feel like she wasn’t alone. She wanted to be worshiped and praised, to bring them peace, to be their new religion.
Now she fell into the good graces of Damon and the warmth he provided her bed and heart. He was there only for her, and she, only for him.
She savored every piece of him, his name always on the tip of her tongue: “Damon, Damon, Damon.”
He was sacred, and he was hers. She had been nothing before him, barely existing. Her feet felt solid on the ground as long as he was there. She hadn’t truly existed until she had found him.
She wasn’t really sure what she was going to become when she lost him.
A big difference when she used to need many men to feel this way. And she could admit it to herself now that she had needed all those men to warm her bed, just to feel like she wasn’t alone. She wanted to be worshiped and praised, to bring them peace, to be their new religion.
Now she fell into the good graces of Damon and the warmth he provided her bed and heart. He was there only for her, and she, only for him.
She savored every piece of him, his name always on the tip of her tongue: “Damon, Damon, Damon.”
He was sacred, and he was hers. She had been nothing before him, barely existing. Her feet felt solid on the ground as long as he was there. She hadn’t truly existed until she had found him.
She wasn’t really sure what she was going to become when she lost him.