Kira's POV
The only way to avoid Damien's overwhelming presence was to stay away from him completely. Sitting here, pressed against him, feeling every breath he took - it was impossible not to imagine things I had no right imagining.
God, what was wrong with me?
Kennedy gave me everything. Love. Care. Attention. Amazing sex. Protection. He was perfect.
Yet here I was, my body hyperaware of another man. A man who was technically my ex-boyfriend even though we'd never actually met in person during that relationship. A man who'd manipulated situations to keep me close. A man I should be angry with, not attracted to.
But I was attracted. Terrifyingly, overwhelmingly attracted.
I was still lost in my spiraling thoughts when I felt it.
Damien's hand - the one that had been resting on the back of the chair - dropped to my shoulder. Just his fingertips. Just the lightest touch against my bare skin.
