DAMIEN’S POV
Why didn’t I let her go? Why was my arm still around her waist? Why wasn’t she moving away? Why didn’t I want to let go?
She was looking at me with those gorgeous eyes, waiting to see what I would do. She looked down at my hand around her body, and she sighed.
“Mr. Blackwell,”
“Damien,” I corrected automatically.
She looked up at me then, something flickering in her eyes.
What was I doing?
I cleared my throat and let her go. Maybe it was just my imagination, but she seemed disappointed at the lack of contact.
“I should go,” she said.
I watched her walk away, fighting every cell in my body that demanded I call her back, demanded I completely throw everything out the window and have her right then and there, regardless of who was watching.
My hand drifted to my forehea
