______Jenna's POV.
Our touch sparked a sudden shock between our fingers and Damian pulled himself back.
"I…"
Somehow, I could tell that he was about to close himself off and a part of me told me that I could not let that happen. So I reached out to grab his hand and pull him forward.
His fingers twitched under mine, like he wasn't used to being held rather than obeyed. For a heartbeat, I felt him lean toward me instead of away.
"Don't worry about it so much. It's good to let go of your troubles for a while and not think about who you are and how you need to behave in front of others. Come, enjoy yourself as well."
I softened my voice without meaning to, not coaxing him like a business ally-but like someone I wanted to stay.
This time when I reached out to touch Damian, there was no shock. However, there was a spark as well as warmth under my fingers as I closed my fingers around Damian's arms.
He didn't tense this time. Instead, he breathed out slowly, almost like relief.
