Damon looked down at her, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. His hand rose slowly, cupping her cheek as if she were made of something sacred. Olivia leaned into his palm, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted in silent invitation.
He kissed her again. This time, it was deeper and unhurried but consuming. It was not the kiss of a man staking claim, but of someone finally coming home. Her hands curled around the lapels of his coat, drawing him closer until there was no space left between them.
The wind rustled around them, but the world had gone still. His lips moved against hers, learning her anew, like every second apart had created distance he was desperate to erase. His other hand wrapped around her waist and held her like she might disappear if he let go.
