His entire body froze like a solid block of ice. Having her soft body pressed so closely against him, smelling the sweet, clean scent of her hair, sent another dangerous, hot rush of blood completely through his veins. He clenched his hands tightly into fists on his lap, trying desperately to control his racing heart.
"I promise I won't do anything to you," Camilla whispered softly right next to his ear, reassuring him sweetly. "I will stay on my side of the bed. I just want you to rest comfortably."
Outwardly, she sounded like a perfect angel.
But inside her head, her internal voice was completely focused on survival.
"He must absolutely not see what is hidden underneath this bed," Camilla thought to herself frantically, holding him tight. "I must keep him trapped on top of this mattress at all costs!"
Damon sat frozen on the bed.
He felt her soft arms holding his neck. He listened to her sweet, spoken promise.
