Kayla
He leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against mine in a soft kiss that quickly turned deeper. His hand slid along my exposed back, and a warm shiver ran through me before I even realized it.
“If we don’t stop now,” I murmured against his mouth, trying to steady my breathing, “we’re going to miss dinner.”
“Then we miss it,” he said quietly, but after a beat he exhaled and pulled away. “Fine. Go get ready. I’ll use the guest shower.”
About an hour later, we were both dressed and ready to leave. Damien looked effortlessly sharp in a dark charcoal suit that made everything about him feel even more commanding. I wore the red gown he had picked earlier, paired with diamond studs and a slim silver bracelet that felt surprisingly personal.
“You good?” he asked, offering me his arm.
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