Merope's repressed feeling were open to someone so forward as Damien, someone so soothing and nurturing without even trying to be. Their lips were so close, so sensual but she pulled away,"Damien, feel my chest." Merope took his hand and put it against her strangely beating heart, it was a weak heart, one that had to pump twice as hard for Merope to live. She wanted him to feel what he'd been causing her faint heart to do, how to act around him.
"T-Thank you, for...what you are doing for me." Merope sighed, pressing her lips to the side of his jaw affectionately,"You don't know what you've done for me.."