Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Damon
Present
“Winter?” I mumbled, feeling her and smelling her
everywhere as I searched in the black.
I couldn’t see anything, and I couldn’t open my eyes as I
shifted on the bed under me.
Jesus. Everything was so fucking heavy.
“Shhh…” a voice said. “You’re going to be okay. Just
close your eyes and rest. You’re safe.”
Hands touched my face and forehead, like checking my
temperature, and the warmth of her skin was like a dream. It
felt like being in the shower with Winter the first time.
Peaceful.
“Your hands are warm,” I said, so weak I couldn’t even
swallow as I put my hand over hers, keeping it on my face.
“I’m really fucking lightheaded. Don’t move, okay? Just stay.”
I breathed shallow. “Just stay.”
A kiss touched my forehead. “I’ve always been here,” she
whispered.
When I woke up again, it took several minutes, but I got
my eyes open, the drowsiness taking forever to wear off.