Sera's Point of View
Damon's hand tightened around mine.
Not gradually. Not gently. All at once, his fingers curled around my palm with deliberate pressure, holding me in place.
Heat flooded through me instantly. My skin felt too warm, too sensitive, like every nerve ending had suddenly woken up and was screaming for attention. The sensation traveled up my arm, spread across my chest, settled low in my stomach.
This didn't feel professional anymore.
I tried to pull my hand back—just a gentle tug, nothing obvious—but his grip stayed firm.
"Don't move." His voice was quiet. Commanding.
I froze. "I just—the connection—"
"Stay still."
My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. Could probably feel my pulse hammering against his palm where our skin touched.
"Is it—is it
