Camilla slowly raised her right hand. She reached out toward his face. Damon did not flinch. He did not turn his head away. He just watched her hand move closer.
Her soft fingers gently brushed against his forehead. She carefully shifted a loose, dark stray strand of hair away from his face, tucking it neatly behind his ear. Her fingertips lingered for a second on his warm skin. The touch was incredibly gentle and strangely intimate.
Damon felt his heart give another heavy, uneven thump against his ribs. He felt a strange heat spreading through his chest from where her body pressed against his.
But then, the quiet, romantic mood in the room was completely, totally ruined.
Inside Camilla's mind, a harsh, practical thought suddenly interrupted the soft moment.
"That was close," Camilla thought to herself. Her internal voice was no longer soft or curious. It sounded like someone who had just barely avoided stepping into a deep trap.
