The very next day Damien kept his word, escorting Amara out to his car and even opening the passenger door for her like a perfect gentleman. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the awkwardness of sleeping beside him in his bed, the feel of his naked chest against her, the steady rising of his chest against her back and the feel of skin on skin. They hadn't done anything besides sleep but it still felt awkward in the morning, even if Damien acted as though it was all completely normal to him.
"Where are we going?" Amara asked nervously and he gave her a slow smile.
"A boutique store that I know very well" he told her "I think you'll like it. You need clothes befitting a Luna or at least a Luna to be."
"You seem so sure that I'll want to be Luna" she mumbled and gave a cry as he pulled
