one hand sweeping over my bottom, the other pulling me close. My nipples were so hard right then they could cut glass, and I knew he had to be able to feel them.
I continued kissing him, light little pecks that had him letting out the most spine-tingling masculine groans.
“Rose,” he said, his voice strained.
“Damon,” I whispered, my hands smoothing over his shoulder blades. I stared up at him, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine, when all of a sudden a loud baaaa came from the direction of the window. We both glanced at the ram, who seemed to be enjoying his own little peep show – sheep show? Damon and I exchanged a look before proceeding to burst into laughter again.
“You can use the shower first. I’ll make breakfast,” he said, wiping a tear from under his eye. I nodded, disentangling from him and going to find some clothes. Once I was clean and dressed, I went into the kitchen to find a breakfast of sausage and eggs waiting for me. I dug into it all hungrily, loving the fact that he’d cooked for me.
A few hours later, we found ourselves walking around the nearby village as Damon pointed out places of interest. At one point he took my hand into his, and my heart did a little somersault. Neither one of us mentioned it, but we barely stopped holding hands the entire time we were exploring.
It was just as we’d emerged from a small coffee shop where we’d stopped to grab something to eat that I heard someone calling out to Damon.
“Damon! Is that you?” the female voice inquired, and I turned to see a pretty blonde approaching us. She was very petite, a few inches shorter than me, and had a little boy and girl with her. The boy looked to be about eight, and the girl was maybe four or five.
“Lizzy,” said Damon in surprise.
“It is you. Hello! I hear you’ve been off in London acting again,” she said kindly.
So this was Lizzy. I supposed it wasn’t too surprising that we’d bumped into her, given how small the island was. Even though my first impression of her was one of pixie-like loveliness, I still found myself stiffening. This was Damon’s ex-lover. She’d known him in ways I never had, and the sad fact of the matter was it made me maddeningly jealous.
“I have,” he finally answered. “It’s going well. Just back for the long weekend.”
“Oh, that’s good. I’m glad it’s going well,” she said, and a small quiet elapsed. Her two kids had wandered on ahead and were currently playing a game of chase.
“Thank you. This is my friend, Rose,” Damon went on, pressing his hand to my lower back as he introduced me. “She works on the show with me as a choreographer.”
Lizzy gave me an impressed look – a genuine one. I couldn’t even hate her for being fake. “Wow, that must be very exciting.”
“It has its moments.” I mustered a smile for her.
“How have you been, Lizzy?” Damon asked, and the woman flushed with pleasure before offering her hand, where a diamond sat on her ring finger.
“Wonderfully! James and I tied the knot just last year.”
“I heard,” said Damon. “Congratulations.”
Somehow, the news that she’d moved on to someone else after Damon and gotten married caused the pressure on my chest to lighten up.
“Well, I better get going before those two disappear on me,” she said, eyeing her kids, who were halfway up the street. “You look good, Damon, happy. I’m glad you found someone.” Reaching forward, she gave his hand a soft squeeze before hurrying after her little ones. I glanced at the man standing beside me to find him reddening slightly. Was he embarrassed by what she’d said, assuming we were together in more than just a friendly capacity?
“I suppose it’s only to be expected that you’d run into your ex when you live on an island,” I said in an effort to break the silence.
He rubbed at the back of his neck, glancing wryly down at me. “I hadn’t seen her in almost a year, actually. I heard she was seeing someone, though. I’m glad she’s happy.”
“She seems really lovely,” I said as he took my hand again, leading me in the opposite direction Lizzy had gone.
“She is lovely. But she’s not you,” he said, as though trying to let me know he no longer had feelings for her. We walked towards the beach, sitting on the sand to drink