Damien stepped over the threshold of the door, lifting her up in his arms, his hands on her ass. He kicked the door closed with a smirk, and turned to press her back against the door, his lips pressed to hers quickly. He felt her tremble under her hands, and when he broke the kiss, he slowly let her down, before backing away a few paces.

"I'm sorry."

He removed his black leather jacket and held his arms open for her, seeing if she would come to him again. To feel her pressed against him, the warmth of her body against his. To feel a heart beating in her chest, where once it didn't. He fought back a sigh as he looked at her. Even in shorts and a tank top, she was beautiful.