[~CORAL~]
“Welcome home, Princess.”
Damian greets at the entrance of the house, the corner of his mouth tilts with a smile, the very ones that reflect in his eyes. His body hulks the entrance as one of his hands rests against the door frame and the other one rests unto the handle.
Before I can react, Damian’s fingers brush against mine as he takes the bags from my grasp and swiftly pulls me into his embrace. His hand encircles my waist and the warmth of his palm seeps into my clothes, sending a sudden shiver down my spine as he draws me closer.
His chest presses against me and I inhale his familiar scent, a rich blend of vetiver; woody and earthy, rooty and citrusy with a hint of leather and smoke. His scent reminds me of a crackling campfire and the uninhabited wild, like the deeper parts of the forests, one that leaves me feeling overly overwhelmed and heady.