C21 Paparazzi

Iris’s POV

At my hesitation, Damon closed the gap between us and hooked my arm in his.

“Stay close to me,” he breathed in my ear, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, heat pooling between my legs.

What was happening to me?

“You don’t have to smile for the cameras,” he said, as we started to make our way through the carpet, cameras flashing from the right and left