Damon burst through the bathroom door.
Steam billowed out into his face.
Selena, her right leg wrapped against the water, slipped on the wet, soapy tile with her left foot and fell backward.
Damon moved without thinking. His left arm caught her cleanly around the waist while his right hand slammed against the edge of the sink to brace them both.
The momentum carried them half a step forward, their bodies colliding hard.
Then the bathroom went still, save for the sound of water dripping from the walls.
Damon looked down.
Selena was pressed against his chest, water tracing the line of her jaw. That faint, impossible scent of hers cut straight through the steam and into his senses.
His heart pounded against his ribs. The urge he had been forcing down for days slipped its leash the mom
