Elena's POV

I followed Damien’s gaze without thinking.

Then my heart dropped.

My sweater—somehow—was caught on his belt.

It wasn’t obvious at first. Just a thin loop of yarn snagged at the edge of the buckle. But I knew instantly that with even the slightest movement, the fabric would be tugged upward. Exposed. Ruined. Embarrassing in a way that made my scalp prickle.

Panic surged through me.

I reached down instinctively, fingers scrambling to pull the sweater free—

And brushed ...