part 6 : the first kiss...twice

It happened the night Paris rained again.

She stood on the balcony of her hotel, eyes

scanning the city lights, heart torn between

two souls who refused to let her go. A soft

knock pulled her from her thoughts

It was Damien

He was soaked, hair dripping, breath

uneven. "I couldn't sleep," he said. "Not

when I didn't know how you feel."

She hesitated. "I don't know what to say

'You don't have to," he whispered

And then-he kissed her

Warm, wild, reckless. His hands cupped her

cheeks as if she'd vanish. It wasn't just a

kiss-it was a claim. And it shook her.

But before she could speak-

"Am I interrupting?" Dominic's voice

cut through the moment like thunder.

Damien stepped back, jaw clenched. "You

followed me?"

"I was already here," Dominic said,

stepping out from the shadows, eyes only

on her. "Waiting."

Fiona stood frozen. Breathless.

And then, without permission, Dominic

moved. Towering over her, he took her face

in his massive hands, eyes searching hers

for hesitation

"You're mine too," he murmured, voice like

velvet over fire.

Then he kissed her.

"You're mine too," he murmured, voice like

velvet over fire.

Then he kissed her.

Slow. Deep. Possessive. Like he had all the

time in the world and had been starving for

her in every second of it.

Fiona's knees went weak.

Two kisses. Two storms.

And now, her heart was a battlefield