Sienna held very still as Damon skimmed her neck and he grazed her earlobe.
The air between them seemed to crackle with electricity.
It was so thick with tension that if Sienna dared to breathe, she probably would have choked on it.
Damon's touch tickled just underneath her ear and she gasped lightly at the sensation.
When he pulled back, a rose petal sat clasped between his fingers.
"You had this," He explained, as if that totally justified him making her melt like goo with just a simple touch.
Sienna blanked for a second, staring at the stupid rose petal.
She was torn between hating the petal, because it meant that Damon didn't actually want to touch her; he just wanted to get the petal off, and hating herself, for wanting Damon to get close to her without some silly petal as a reason.
