Briar
My heart pounded as I pulled back from the kiss on Damian's cheek, suddenly shy under his intense gaze. His eyes were wide with surprise, a mix of hope and disbelief swirling in their stormy depths.
"What was that for?" he asked, his voice husky.
I shrugged, feeling heat creep up my neck. "For being the real you," I murmured. "The Damian I used to know."
Damian' s eyes softened, a small smile playing at his lips. His arms slid around my waist, pulling me closer. The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of my dress, making me acutely aware of every point where we touched.
"And how do you feel about the real me?" he murmured, his lips inches from mine.
My heart raced as I looked up into his stormy gray eyes. All the reasons I should push him away-our complicated histor
