Page 34 of Sweet Temptation

Instantly, I latch onto him, crying into his chest as I pour out every last emotion that consumes me. "Miss," the guard mutters. How long has it been? How long have I been sitting here? Is he dead…? No, Damon, you can't… you have to live.

"You can visit him," he replies, for once his eyes lift to me. My legs act on their own instinct as I practically leap to my feet to face him. "Surgery took about two hours, and he's somewhat stable, so you can see him. The doctor confirmed."

I look back at Damien and Soren, who nod as I rush up the staircase to the door he's behind. My legs crumble when I see him lying on the bed, motionless, with a bunch of hospital-type tubes sticking out of him. Another sob wracks through my body as I slump down in the chair beside the bed.

Resting my head against his arm, I sob again. He's okay… He's going to be okay. My heart does another crack as I watch his motionless body. Pulling the chair closer, I lay my head away from his shot wound and close my eyes.

Just being near him makes me want to be a better person. I'm shattered and utterly broken, but he managed to squeeze his big ass ego into my life and capture my heart. Ever since he saved me when I almost died, he has had a piece of me.

Damon Saint was the death of me. I cling to his body, more tears staining my cheeks. I promised myself I wouldn't get attached. I said I wouldn't fall for anyone and bring them down with me, but look what happened.

Damon got shot because he was saving me. I don't even remember the last thought in my head, as I must have fallen asleep next to him.

Someone strokes my hair as my eyes flutter to stay closed. I'm exhausted. Drained. I don't want to feel. "Hanna," a voice whispers into my hair.

I know that voice.

My eyes shoot open, and I peer up at him. His dark eyes are swollen and he has a cut lip, but he watches me with soft eyes and a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. A sob escapes me as I bury my face in his chest.

They didn't take him from me. I lose my breath as I cry again at the one thought I have. He's not going anywhere.

"It's okay, Hanna," he whispers, stroking my hair again.

It's not though. He almost died. How could it be okay if I lost him. "If I lost you… If you died saving me…" I sob. Damon smiles, resting his hand on my cheek as his thumb rubs soft circles.

This has to be a dream. "You're my addiction. I'd gladly give my life for you. Hanna… you don't get it, do you?" He stops mid-sentence and watches me.

"I'm sorry," I blurt out.

"Me, too. I'm sorry about how I treated you. You didn’t deserve it, and I should have apologised when it happened, but I'm an asshole and I didn't," Damon says as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

He cups my cheek as he brings his lips down to mine. "I also can't say those three words to you. Not until you know everything about me and my life," he whispers against my lips before he deepens the kiss and all passion be damned.

Those words bring my heart back to life as I drag my fingers through his hair. The words I've been waiting to hear since he rescued me from death at my grandparents' house. The words I've been waiting to hear since he pushed me away.

"Have we all kissed and made up?" Damien's voice rings through the room. Pulling away, my eyes lock with his as he smiles at me.

Damon returns his brother's smile as I rest my head back onto the bed beside him. Soren's blonde hair comes into view, but he stays back. "I'm telling Han everything. Today. Our mother's wishes be damned," Damon mutters.

Damien raises a brow but says nothing. "The doctors said hockey is off the table until your gunshot wound heals, and so is everything else," Damien says, taking a seat in the chair on the opposite side of me. Damon nods as his fingers slide through my brown hair.

I still can't wrap my head around it. I smile and wrap his good arm around me, closing my eyes again as tears fill my eyes. He's okay. He survived.

He made me feel things I didn't know I could. He made emotions fall from my heart I didn't think were possible. Not a chance in hell I'm ever taking this for granted.

"Can we be alone? I mean yeah, I'm fine. Thank you for checking on me, but I have to ask Hanna something," Damon speaks up.

Damien chuckles before he drags Soren from the room, leaving us alone. His hands find my chin and pulls my face to meet him. "Lock the door," he instructs.

My eyes widen. Ignoring my thoughts, I get up and head to the hospital door. "No, Cinderella. I just had surgery, I'm not fucking you." He laughs.

My face turns beet red as I quickly lock the door and scurry my way back to my chair, sitting beside him.

He smiles and pulls me to him. "I can help you. I won't make you feel uncomfortable or weird, that is, when we do have sex for the first time," he says, pressing his lips to my hand. "But before we take this conversation about sex further, we need to talk."

I nod, my lips thinning as I bite the bottom one. "I searched you up," I blurt out, my eyes widening at my truthfulness.

Damon eyes me with a shake of his head, then chuckles. "I'm sure the news has nothing on what I will be telling you," he replies. I nod as I get myself completely comfortable on the side of the bed. "I was eleven when I killed a man for the first time. My mother demanded we become men early."