Merope backed a little so her back was against the brick wall, his body moved closer and kept her from escaping. The warmth of his palm against her cheek caused her to focus primarily on that, his words were hardly even heard to her. At least until he leaned further in, his gentle hand rubbing the back of her neck.
Damien's gentle, soft caress was cause for her relaxation underneath his hands. Merope felt a no tension, no needed resistance to his voice. It was as if she was under a trance even,"It's been nearly a year....--I like it. I like your voice." Merope went silent, taking in his scent and the full sensation of it.