The blanket shifted as Damian drew closer. His large hand stroked Nayla’s hair, as if brushing away the noise in her head. Embrace after embrace, the questions and suspicions in Nayla’s mind slowly began to feel increasingly insignificant.
All that remained was one thing, Damian’s presence in her room.
“Why are you here, Damian?” Nayla asked.
Damian didn't answer immediately. He shifted his body slightly until the distance between them almost vanished. His fingers traced the line of Nayla’s jaw, then came to a rest at her chin.
“Because I couldn’t stop myself from coming, Amore,” he finally replied, his voice low and warm. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.”
Nayla blinked, her lips pressed tight. “That’s it?”
Damian offered a small smile, but his eyes remained locked on her fac
