My heart skipped. His words were heavy, honest, and full of a warmth that made me want to look away. “I can’t do that,” I said quietly. “Besides… I need time to adjust. This house is so big, it might take me all day just to find the kitchen.”
He blinked, then pouted slightly. “Are you sending me away?”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed. The sound felt strange, but good. “No, Damien. I’m not.”
He smiled faintly, then before I could move, his hands slipped around my waist. My breath hitched as he leaned close, his face near my neck. I felt his breath against my skin, warm and trembling.
“You don’t know how lucky I am that I found you,” he murmured.
My heart pounded so hard I thought he could hear it. When he lifted his head, our eyes met—and everything else disappeared. His gaze was dark, fu
