Aria's POV
I gasped, but Damian's scent surrounded me immediately.
"Damian—"
"What are you doing out here?" I asked, steadying myself against the wall.
"Waiting for you," he said simply, pushing off the wall. "You've had quite a bit to drink tonight."
"I'm not drunk," I protested, even though the hallway was definitely swaying slightly.
"You're tipsy at minimum." His other hand came up to cup my face, tilting it so I had to meet his eyes. "And absolutely gorgeous when you're flushed like this."
My breath caught. We were alone in the hallway, and the heat in his gaze was unmistakable.
"You shouldn't look at me like that," I whispered.
"Like what?"
"Like you want to devour me."
His lips curved into a dark smile. "That's because I do, sweetheart. I have sinc
