Skylar’s POV~
The movie started, the opening credits rolling, but neither of us looked at the screen.
"I'm keeping you safe," he growled, his hand finally moving from the back of the couch to my shoulder. He didn't squeeze. He just rested it there, his thumb tracing the bare skin of my arm where the tank top slipped. "Whether you like it or not."
"I like it," I breathed, shifting my weight so my hip pressed harder against him. "I like feeling your... protection."
Damian let out a harsh breath through his nose. He reached for the remote with his free hand, turning the volume up too loud, probably to drown out the sound of his own heartbeat, or mine.
"Watch the movie, Skylar," he ordered, his fingers tightening on my shoulder. "Stop... looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Lik
