The way he looks at the cloth makes me want to comfort him. I approach him in his chair and stop when I’m only a foot away. Then he looks up at me.

I can’t breathe. The space between us is entirely too small and the tension crackles like a live wire. When his gaze falls to my lips, my pulse skips a beat.

I really should turn away before something happens, but I don’t want to. “Damian,” I whisper.

He leans closer, and for a second, I almost think he’s going to stand and kiss me. But ...