*
I wanted to kiss him.
I wanted to kiss Damian Lockheart.
The mere thought of it was enough to make my head spin. There I was, perched on the edge of insanity with the son of the devil himself. He was looking directly at me, and every second that passed seemed like an eternity. I knew that I should move away, but something about his eyes held me captive. There wasn’t any evil in them; instead there was an overwhelming sense of affection which made me wonder if he was the same person I knew.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful woman I know, Maeve.”
My eyes were glued to his lips, dangerously close to his face. I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to resist if he moved closer, or even if I wanted to resist him.
This was Damian Lockheart for crying out loud.
