Jacqueline slammed straight into his chest.
It was like colliding with a wall of stone. She instinctively tried to step back, but his hand tightened, refusing to let her create even an inch of distance.
"What can you do, huh?" he mocked under his breath. "You want to make me feel better?"
The dangerous curl of his lips made her eyes widen.
"Y-yeah… I can buy you chocolate," she mumbled nervously. "Chocolate makes people feel better…"
The playful air she usually carried was gone. In its place was something fragile. The atmosphere around him had shifted cold, dominant, suffocating and it pressed down on her lungs.
Without warning, Damien's large, calloused hand shot up and gripped her jaw.
She gasped.
He forced her face upward, fingers digging into her skin so she couldn't look away. She had been avoiding his eyes, but now she had no choice.
"What if I don't want chocolate," he murmured slowly, his voice turning darker, "but something else?"
