He stops in front of her, close enough that she has to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
He reaches up, thumb brushing lightly over one of the fading marks on her neck.
“You’re staring,” she mutters.
“I’m remembering.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
His mouth curves.
Before she can move, he bends and presses a slow kiss just below the existing mark.
Ava inhales sharply.
“Damian.”
He lifts his head, entirely too pleased with himself.
“What?”
“You are absolutely not leaving another one.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
He pauses.
“But now that you’ve mentioned it…”
“Don’t you dare.”
His laugh is low as he catches her around the waist and presses another lingering kiss against the side of her throat.
She pushes at his chest, laughing despite herself.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re sm
