The pull of him was everywhere. I remembered so well the feel of teasing each other, laughing through a kiss, the heat of his arms around me, and the way his body craved mine. The way he wanted and the way I’ve always ached for his roughness and danger, his whispers and him. The way I always saw Damon Torrance’s raven eyes in my head, even before I knew my ghost was Damon Torrance.
