Caroline stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, still reeling from the intensity of Damon’s kiss. Her body was on fire, every nerve alive with sensation, yet her mind screamed at her to pull away, to push him out of her life and reclaim the control she had once taken for granted.
But Damon wasn’t letting go, not physically, not emotionally. His hands still held her, one at her waist, the other gently caressing her cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft curve of her skin. His warmth enveloped her, pulling her closer, reminding her that no matter how much she wanted to fight this, she wasn’t as strong as she thought she was.
“I didn’t want this,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, full of emotion. The confession felt raw, like a part of her that she had kept hidden for so long had
