It was the kiss of a man who was terrified of losing his entire world, pouring all of his unspoken apologies, his deep fears, and his intense, burning possessiveness into the physical contact.
His lips moved against hers with demanding urgency. He held her tightly against him, making sure there was absolutely no space left between their bodies, silently declaring to the entire room that she was his, and his alone.
The fabric store instantly plunged into a state of shock.
Allen, who had just been smiling smugly a second ago, stopped suddenly. His jaw dropped so far open it almost hit the floor. The piece of mango cake fell from his fingers, hitting the floorboards with a soft splat. He stared at the scene, his eyes bulging in disbelief.
In Damon's arms, Camilla was utterly paralyzed.
Her eyes were open to their maximum limit. She stared blankly at Damon's closed eyelids, his eyelashes resting against his flushed skin.
