Morning sun entered through the open curtains in Damon's room, forcing him awake—not that he had achieved much sleep throughout the night. As soon as he came into consciousness, he saw Adelaide in his mind's eye and the entire escapade played out again one too many times. Damon sat up on the edge of the bed and groaned, trying to erase any facet of emotion from his brain. He had no energy to wrestle with himself today: he needed a distraction, and a d*mned good one at that.
Damon stood and shuffled through the items in his backpack, pulling out one of the two shirts Adelaide had provided him with back in the cave before all of this mess started. He slipped off the shirt he had fallen asleep in and pulled the other over his head, stuffing the older one back into the bag. If only he had fr
