With my hand cupping her cheek, I brush my thumb over her plump bottom lip and because of my height and the angle of her face, I can see the scarring on the inside of her lip. She sucks in a breath as I slowly close the last few inches between us. Not wanting to frighten her by coming on too strong, I place a feather-light kiss on her scar, then another and another. Letting her lip go, I kiss the side of her mouth and then the sweet bow on her top lip. I kiss her soft cheek and then I press a kiss to her temple. “Goodnight, little Vivi. Sweet dreams.” As I move back to step away, her hands shoot up and clasp around my neck. They’re warm and a little shaky, but I’m not sure if it’s nerves anymore. I think it’s wanted. “Damien,” she whispers and her green eyes glisten as she lifts up on t

