ARIA’S POV
“Tell me about Vivienne,” I found myself asking.
Damien c****d his head to the side. “Why?”
“Because I want to know.”
“Why do you want to know?”
I looked up at him, forcing myself to keep his gaze.
“Why are you being evasive?”
“Because you are asking a very personal question.”
“Am I not allowed to if we are to keep this charade?’
“No,” he said flatly.
Because I could say anything, he dipped me, my back arching as low as it could.
He stood over me, his eyes staring deep into mine, as if to extract all the secrets I kept hidden.
I couldn’t turn my face away from him, and he knew it. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, those cherry rose lips, full and inviting…
He was leaning close, closer, and closer, my feet somehow finding the strength to keep me upright
