Eloise leaned down and claimed Damien's lips with her own, savouring the quiet that had settled over them both. They both didn't know when they would get a moment alone like this at the estate.
Damien's hands rested firmly at her waist, keeping her close.
Eloise smiled against his lips, charmed by how quickly he made room for her even when he had wanted to be alone. She would never be turned away from his space, and she loved every bit of that certainty.
She playfully caught his lip between her teeth and pulled back from the kiss. "Easy there," she said, sitting up before things moved too far along. "I said we must be careful not to tire ourselves. You need to speak to the guards, and I must oversee the servants."
"There is plenty of time before we leave, Eloise. What are you afraid of?" Damien asked, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair back over her shoulder. "Getting caught?"
