Damon's gaze lingered on Arabella, drinking in the delicate curve of her features illuminated by the soft glow of the chandeliers. Despite the social clamor surrounding them, an electric tension crackled between them, igniting a fire that blazed beneath the surface.
"May I offer you a drink?" Damon suggested.
Arabella's eyes widened slightly at the offer, her breath catching in her throat as she met his intense gaze.
A flicker of anticipation danced in the depths of her eyes, betraying the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.
"Sure," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
With a graceful gesture, Damon poured a glass of champagne, his movements fluid and deliberate as he handed it to her. Their fingers brushed in the exchange, sending a jolt of electricity racing through
