The whisper hung in the air between them.
Damon looked at her for another long moment. The dark eyes, the red lips, the arms still around his neck, the particular stillness of someone who had said the thing they wanted to say and was now waiting to see what he did with it.
Then, his hands moved onto her slim waist.
As much as she didn't want to show it, her body shivered slightly from the excitement, her red lips curving deeper into a smile.
"Made up your mind?" she asked, leaning into him as her lips brushed against his.
It was slow, slower than necessary and exactly the pace they wanted. Their lips met in a series of slow touches, each one just a split second longer, as if both of them were holding back or rather... as if both of them wanted to take their time.
But then, just as Eve wanted more than just a slow brush of their lips, Damon suddenly pulled away.
"You're weak," he said in a tone so flat it sounded almost comical given their situation.
Eve blinked. "What?"
