I want to say that I walked in there with my head lifted high.
I want to say that I was strong and calm, but the turmoil inside of me was getting the best of me and Damian was the only reason why I was moving at all.
One of his hands was wrapped around my waist as we crossed the dramatic candle lit hall.
His other hand was clenched in mine. It gave me the grounding that I needed.
"Relax, it will all be okay. There is no threat there."
I didn't want to tell him that the room or the people were the problem.... I was.
Just as he said, us exchanging blood created this longing... this need in me.
All I could smell... all I wanted was him.
My mouth was watering as his scent filled my nostrils.
I can smell him... feel him with every fiber of my being.
Mix that with the changes in my bod
