Damien’s POV
She was panting, her chest rising and falling hard as she reached for my hand, stopping me mid-motion.
“Damien…” she whispered.
Her voice was soft, hesitant, but she didn’t pull away. I had tried to avoid her for days, yet she kept coming. Showing up like some ghost I couldn’t shake.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
Pretend I didn’t want her when she kept throwing herself at me? Heart, body, everything?
And now that I was finally giving in… she looked like she couldn’t even handle it. Pathetic.
“Damien…” she said again, but this time it came out more like a moan than a plea.
She wasn’t backing off. Wasn’t running.
She wasn’t stopping me. She was surrendering. Permitting me.
But I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t tear her apart just because I was aroused and angry and
