Ryleigh didn’t know what scared her more—the way Damien looked at her like she was his, or the part of her that didn’t want to look away.
He stood motionless for a moment, drinking her in like a predator savoring the first glimpse of his prey. The red gown clung to her curves like fire, the silky fabric shimmering in the soft closet lights. Ryleigh’s breath hitched when he took a single step toward her. Then another.
She felt it deep in her body—heat, nerves, something unfamiliar and thrilling sparking just under her skin. Every inch of her was suddenly alive.
Her hands clutched the sides of the dress, unsure whether she wanted to run or step closer.
She couldn’t look away from him. Not even if she tried.
Damien's gaze didn’t waver as he closed the distance, slow and smooth, like a wo
