*Damon POV*
I lifted Serene’s body as she collapsed in a drunken stupor. I felt a little uncertain if I should pick her up or just act as a support mechanism.
“Oh, come on Damon,” Ann said, rolling her eyes. “You gotta pick her up. She can’t stand on her own.”
My heart said, ‘yes,’ but my brain countered, ‘no.’ The last thing I needed was a scandal being accused of making advances on a drunk woman. Even more so, I didn’t want to risk losing Serene’s trust when she returned back to consciousness. But, I agreed with Ann. Serene needed real support, both physical and emotional.
I lifted her body, light like a waft of fresh air, and held her tenderly in my arms, making sure she didn’t rouse from her sleep. Her head nestled delicately into my chest and her defined legs hung over my left arm.
She was beautiful.
I couldn’t help but stare at her plump lips, still moist from the alcohol, and curved in the slightest smile. Her long eyelashes trembled like a butterfly’s wings.
