Emma Hart watched in disbelief as Damien Sterling effortlessly tossed the bouquet into the trash can, mixing it with the garbage. Outraged, she pointed at him and demanded, "Why did you throw away my flowers?"
Damien covered her pointing hand with his, feeling the coolness of her fingertips which tightened his heart with a pang of distress. He grasped her hand firmly, wanting to offer her some warmth, yet his voice was ice cold, "Why not? I always do things my way. Is that reason enough for you?"
Holding Emma's hand, Damien felt the warmth spread from her fingertips throughout her body. He naturally pulled her hand down as if holding it in his own, and led her towards the car.
