Isabella

Hiding my emotions was something I was good at. Hiding them in public was even better. But with Damon, it was so hard. I felt it before he touched me.

I could see the way Alessandro looked over my head, his eyes flashing with recognition. He turned to whisper to Miguel, who played it smart and didn't turn to look.

My heart skipped a couple of beats when I felt his arms circle my waist, pulling me closer until my back hit his muscular chest.

I fought the urge to purr when his lips touched mine, his hand around my neck. Waves after waves of hot liquid pooled in...