Six years of carefully built walls turned to sand, collapsing at the simple pressure of his arms around her.
Why can’t I control my emotions around him? It has been six years… SIX LONG YEARS. Still just one hug is enough to melt me down. Emma thought. No Emma! Don’t give in yet.
Steel, Emma, be steel, her mind commanded, but her body was turning to liquid, her bones dissolving. Her own hands, trapped between them, trembled against the solid warmth of his chest.
A tear escaped, then another, a hot, silent confession soaking into the dark cotton.
"Please," she whispered, the word muffled and raw. "Let me go, Damien."
Because I don't have the strength to do it myself. Not again.
He didn't release her. Instead, his hands came up, his palms cradling her jaw with an unbearable gentlene
