19
The hours that followed seemed like a dream to me.
It was currently 5.45 in the evening and I was rapidly typing away on my work laptop, not like I had any control over what I was actually saying in this email that I was sending.
Damon had left my apartment in the morning after a brief kiss to the corner of my head. We didn't talk much after I found out everything and I was lucky that Damon respected that and in his way he let me know that he was going to give me time.
I couldn't stop thinking about it. The fact that Damon made such a big commitment to me by building that house even without knowing what our future would hold.
Whether it was together or not.
I had no intention of leaving London any soon but that was before I knew that there was a house in France that was waiting for me.