CINDY’S POV
My breath caught for a moment.
He likes it?
I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky breath, relief flooding through me.
God, this man will be the end of me.
I turned to face him, forcing a smile to hide the heat crawling up my cheeks.
Pointless.
His smirk told me I was doing a terrible job.
“Thank you. I thought you didn’t like it,” I whispered, avoiding his gaze.
Damian stepped closer, so close I could smell his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and smoke wrapping around me like a blanket.
His breath brushed my cheek, and my legs nearly buckled.
“Really, Sheriff?” His voice was low, teasing, c**k!y enough to flip my stomach.
He reached out, his fingers grazing the side of my neck slowly, like he was savoring the way I trembled under his touch.
“Worried about what I think
