Vivian POV
His lips met mine.
The kiss was nothing like the one we had shared the previous night.
There was no hesitation.
No confusion.
It was slow.
Gentle.
Reassuring.
It felt as though he was trying to tell me something his memories couldn’t.
That I had nothing to fear.
That I didn’t need to compete with anyone.
Without realizing it, my fingers curled around the front of his suit jacket as I kissed him back.
Reluctantly, I pulled away, my face burning.
“Someone might come in,” I whispered.
Damien didn’t move.
“Then they’ll come in,” Damien said calmly.
My cheeks grew even warmer.
He rested his forehead lightly against mine.
“I’m not hiding you,” Damien said.
My heart skipped so hard I was sure he could hear it.
He lowered his hand from my face and intertwined our fin
