The drizzling rain whispered a soft lullaby into my ears, with the darkening over the camp, the rippling waters reflecting its distorted form. The warmth was chilling cold, my frame shivering between his arms. However, the warmth radiating from Damon's body made my cheeks burn.
My chest heaved heavily against his chest, my years of struggling had been nothing but futile. I was so mad at him, even if I refused to admit it.
When I raised my head to meet his gaze, the mist from the rain made it difficult to see clearly, but his sharp jaws and pointed nose stood out, his wet black raven hair slightly curled at the ends, with water dripping from it. Droplets of water streamed down his face like pearls. His long lashes were wet, highlighting their dark color, his eyes narrowed at me, as if he was also in awe.
I swallowed as I nervously blinked at him. 'Isn't this the exact moment where love blooms?' the thought flashed through my head.
