Vynira's eyes darted to his lips and her breath caught in her throat.
The pressure of the moment pressed down and it was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Damien paused for a moment, a sly grin tugging at his mouth as he let the tension build.
"You shouldn't keep me guessing," he whispered, his voice was low and filled with mischief.
Vynira let out a soft, nervous laugh, but the spark in her gaze betrayed her. Before she could overthink, her resolve crumbled like lego blocks. She closed in the small gap and her lips met his in a decisive kiss.
The kiss started light and slowly. It felt testing, as if they were unsure of how far they wanted to go. Damien's hand rose to cup her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he deepened the kiss, his movements were slow and highly intended.
Vynira responded eagerly in tow, her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as the initial hesitation melted away.
