- Damien’s P.O.V
- What was I doing? Following Tatiana home in the middle of the night and then waiting outside for an hour, debating if I should just knock or get my ass back to the hotel so I could think properly before I acted. But the irrational side of me had won and I had indeed pressed her doorbell before even realizing what I was doing.
- And now, here I was, standing in her kitchen with my hands cupped around her cheek and my lips on hers, tasting the sweetness of insanity. Her skin was soft under my hands and her hair was damp, meaning that she had taken a shower. And I could not help but imagine how she would have looked under the spray of water. How the tiny droplets would have trickled down her soft, creamy skin before disappearing into places that I wanted to explore.