She shook her head to his words, her hand rubbing the back of her head. Merope winced when his hand came close, she retracted a little but his hand connected with her cheek anyway. Damien's finger was hot to the touch, it was a quick burn against his cheek.
Merope was such a damn recluse, her eyes shut as he raised her head a little and reopened them to his face. Those hands easily moved, caressing her face and rubbing the back of her neck so she remained off guard. It had been so long since someone touched her kindly or touched her at all, she breathed lightly and her muscles relaxed. Merope relaxed, her eyes became closed and before she knew it, his lips pressed against hers.
A sweet, savouring, warm kiss on her mouth and her eyes opened and right into his. "M-Merope.." Her voice was soft, feminine and gentle to listen to. Reaching forward, her hand moved to touch him, but retracted from it. It was fairly easy to tell that her desires were defeated before they were even started.
"Why? Why did you do that?" Her eyes withdrew, lowering and withdrawing but not moving away from him.