Damon leaned closer, his forehead gently pressing against hers. His warm breath brushed across her face, and Kyra slowly opened her eyes, finding herself incredibly close to him. She could see every detail—the way his eyes were blinking at her, the tall bridge of his nose, his thin, light pink lips, and the sharp angle of his jawline.
She remembered the first day they met, how he had seemed so cold and authoritative, how just a single glance from him had scared her so much that time. But now, here he was, holding her, assuring her with a gentleness she had never imagined. Something had shifted between them, something she couldn't quite put into words. It was a feeling so beautiful that it made her stomach flutter with butterflies, a sensation that was entirely new to her.