Somewhere I'll Find You

“Do you want me?” he whispered, and kissed her deeply, tasting the sweet warmth of her mouth.

No one else looked at her the way he did, his gray eyes warm and appraising, filled with possessiveness.

Damon crouched near her, balancing his arms on his bent knees. “Keep running from me,” he said softly, “and I'll keep finding you.”

In that moment he realized that he understood her, perhaps more than anyone else ever would. She possessed the same futile combination of pride and longing that had driven him his entire life. She wanted to be loved, but she was terrified of surrendering her heart to someone else's keeping.

All the acclaim and fortune in the world wouldn't keep me from being lonely. I want to be loved, I want laughter and companionship…I want more than the pretend life I've had in the theater.”

Keep running from me,” he said softly, “and I'll keep finding you.”

He was so purposeful and confident, qualities she had always admired in a man.

I'll never let anything happen to you.”

There seemed to be no safer place in the world than there in Damon's arms.

She was the woman every man imagined himself falling in love with someday, desirable and infinitely difficult to possess.

It had come upon him so suddenly, this obsession with her, the need to see her every day and night, and yet he knew in every fiber of his being that it was permanent. He couldn't imagine a future without her.