The light streaming in through the window cast a warm glow over Damon's study, illuminating the stacks of medical journals scattered across his desk.
He had been up for hours, making headway through a particularly thick journal on emerging surgical techniques. Despite his distraction, he managed to focus, a trait he'd honed over years of rigorous training and late-night studies. But thoughts of Jessica kept slipping through, interrupting his concentration.
Damon leaned back in his leather chair, a grin breaking through his face as he thought back to his exchange with Jessica the night before.
He chuckled softly to himself, replaying the look of shock, frustration, and— though she'd never admit it— some spark of attraction in her eyes when he'd dared to kiss her.
