Looking at Amelia Johnson’s bright eyes and porcelain-like skin, all soft and gentle, Damien Taylor felt the day’s stress ease right off his shoulders.
He reached out, giving her cheek a little pinch.
“Just stay with me. That’s all I need right now.”
“Mhm, I’ll stay right here,” Amelia said, her cheeks tinged a faint pink.
Damien couldn’t help it—she looked too cute. He pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her lips.
After a while, he finally let her go, still catching his breath, teasing, “You go red way too easily.”
“No, I don’t! It’s just warm in here, okay…” Amelia muttered, a little embarrassed.
“Alright, alright, you win.” Damien chuckled and picked up his pen, returning to his paperwork. Every now and then, he’d reach out to touch the woman sitting by
