Rivalry? What rivalry? No, no, it had all been a dance leading to this very moment. Did it matter that neither of them realized it until now? Until something tangible snapped and they could no longer deny the magnetism between them? And, oh, why did have to be when they were both in formalwear? Iseul shudders, a flash of memory when his fingers brushed like butterfly wings against Damian's bare skin in his studio. How he longs to press his palms to that cool skin, to map out every curve and contour of the vampire's body with his lips. And can he convey that he wants everything, everything Damian is in just this hungry kiss?