My throat was dry, and even the hand Blaise had rested on the small of my waist had tightened its hold just the slightest.
Yet, Dahlia didn't seem to notice any of it. She was too deliriously in her own little world of romance and was so high on the sweet words Damon spewed that she hadn't even realized that they weren't even meant for her.
She immediately squealed like a shy little teenage high schooler, burrowing her blushing face into Damon's shoulder and rubbing her makeup all over his clothes. Blaise and I shared a look― it seemed like Damon had all sorts of ways to turn her into a lovesick fool rather than the warrior she was without him.
How tragic.
"Oh, Damon!" Dahlia dramatically sighed, batting her eyelashes lovingly at him. "You do know exactly the sort of wondrous things to say to a woman!"