[Damian]

I stood frozen as she brushed past me, my lungs seizing on the scent of her—night-blooming jasmine, petrichor, and cold, ancient blood. The pure, intoxicating heat radiating off her skin made my blood run hot, my chest aching with the violent urge to drag her against me right then and there.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as she walked toward her bike.

Goddess, she looked infuriatingly, sinfully good. The slate-gray mock neck top hugged every curve of her waist, the fabric clinging ...