Caroline’s breath came in shallow, erratic gasps, her heart racing, her mind clouded with confusion. Damon’s words, his touch, the undeniable pull between them—it was all too much to process. The world outside of him seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them, tangled in a web of emotion and desire.
She took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the door, her mind desperate to create some distance between them. But Damon’s grip on her wrist was firm, unyielding. He wasn’t going to let her go—not yet.
“No,” he said softly, almost regretfully, but with a hint of something darker behind it. “Don’t run from me now.”
Caroline’s pulse raced as she fought to steady herself, her thoughts a swirl of conflicting emotions. She wanted to push him away, to tell him she wasn’t ready
