Falling for my Saviour
she said against him, still holding him, “I can’t believe it’s really you. You look so good! You’ve gotten even more solid, what is this? Are you working out more? I missed you so much.”
I sat frozen in my chair, unsure whether to blink, cough, or disappear under the table.
She leaned back and placed her hand on his jaw, brushing her thumb along his skin like she had every right to touch him that way.
My stomach flipped sharply.
Damien grabbed her wrist and lowered her hand away from his face. “Valeria,” he said flatly, “what are you doing here?”
She beamed at him like nothing was off. “I’m in town for a wedding! Amika’s wedding. You remember her, right? My best girl? The one who…”