Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 37

Damian paused, one hand braced against the car door frame as he leaned in to work on the stuck seatbelt buckle.

Isabelle didn't dare move. As he bent down, the unique, clean scent of him enveloped her completely with his proximity.

Kiss him? The thought sprang, unbidden, into her mind. Oh, this is bad...

The sound of the buckle releasing.

"All set..." Damian started to straighten up, but found his arm caught by Isabelle's hand.

He turned his head. Their eyes met.

The space between them seemed to vanish, the air growing thick and charged with the heat of their closeness. His breath, a degree warmer than the chilly evening, fanned against her skin.

Isabelle reached up, covering his eyes with her hand, and without a second thought, leaned in. She brushed her lips lightly against his in a soft, fleeting kiss.

Damian froze in place. His world went dark behind her hand, the only sensation the startling, searing warmth that bloomed from the point of contact on his cool lips.

He swallowed hard, a heavy breath escaping and warming the skin of her neck. The hand gripping the car door tightened, knuckles whitening.

Before he could even process it, Isabelle slowly lowered her hand and gently pushed him back.

Damian took the hint, stepping back, but his gaze remained locked on her, intense and unreadable.

Isabelle got out of the car.

A heavy silence settled between them, as if the kiss had never happened.

Damian glanced at her hands, now buried deep in her coat pockets. His own large hands felt awkward and empty at his sides. He finally reached out, draping an arm around her shoulders, and steered her towards a nearby alley.

Isabelle glanced sideways at the large hand resting on her shoulder. Her heart, which had just begun to calm, started its frantic pounding all over again.

They walked side-by-side down the street, drawing glances from passersby.

"Are they filming a movie? I haven't seen a couple that looks that perfect in ages."

"No camera crew around. How are people that good-looking not famous?"

Damian led her to an old, unassuming diner. "Table for two, please," he said to the server.

"Right this way!" the server replied.

"You speak the local language?" Isabelle asked, surprised.

"No, just learned a few phrases," Damian said, finding them a booth and sitting down. "You're fluent, aren't you? Won't get cheated."

"How did you know about this place?" she asked, scrambling for conversation.

"My mom mentioned she used to come here often with your mom," he said, helping her set the table.

Isabelle nodded. "Oh."

This old diner had been around for years. Isabelle and Caroline came often, and Caroline had brought Regina here for meals whenever she visited. It made sense he'd known about it.

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