Damien caught my hand as I stroked his jaw and kissed it gently. The gesture made my heart race. And it made me fall for him more.

"Are you trying to grow a beard?" I asked, because I always saw his face clean-shaven. It was only now that his facial hair had grown a bit, so I was curious. I saw him frown. "Why? You don't like it?" he asked, and looked at my hand, then touched his jaw. "I think I should shave," he said absentmindedly, and I nodded.

"You should. Samantha's skin turns red easily. ...