~Bianca's POV~

She was kneeling between his legs.

Actually kneeling.

I froze.

They pulled apart instantly, like teenagers caught mid-secret. Elena's eyes snapped to me, annoyed, as if I'd interrupted something too precious. Damien looked briefly startled… before recovering in a flash, cool and detached like it was nothing.

Then, without hesitation, he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

Like it was nothing.

Like I wasn't even there.

Like this was ...