"Damon, you're better at keeping cool than I am, aren't you?" I sidled up to Damon and took his hand, gently stroking his palm. "Didn't you say that Ethan smells fishy? He's probably keeping a wary eye on you. If we want to catch him out, we have to make him believe that we've split"
Damon wrapped my hand in his, his palm was warm and broad.
He leaned in, his lips almost brushing my cheek. "Alright, I'll play along, but you owe me for the emotional toll."
"Do I need to make it up to you?" I was genuinely surprised. Was Damon pushing it?
"Yeah, you do." Without waiting for my response, he pressed his lips on mine as his tongue expertly explored my mouth.
After all his persistence, I seemed to have warmed up to him. It wasn't unpleasant, and as long as I didn't get pregnant, I was none the worse for it
I tried to reciprocate, and he stopped. His eyes were wide open, brimming with barely concealed excitement
