Andrea froze as Damon’s face softly nuzzled the crook of her neck. Her breath caught in her throat as the scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils. Being in his arms felt perfect. It felt like she just fit perfectly there. It felt like home, he smelled like home and Andrea just wanted to relax in his arm, lean back and forget everything that happened in the last week.
But she could not do it, for the sake of her family she could not be selfish. She could not give him any hope. And she could not give herself any hope. Damon’s mother was determined to keep them apart and she was winning, Andrea was going to let her win.
Andrea placed her hands on his arms, trying to remove it but Damon just held on tighter. Andrea sighed. Damon had no idea how hard he was making this for both of them
